Someday My Friends May All Be Mothers
and what will I do?
Someday you’ll all be mothers.
But someday maybe you will all be mothers and I will still think of you the way you look in this moment
Someday when you’re folding the edges of a blue tablecloth in your house
with the big windows
When you’re sitting at a kitchen table with your head in your hands
over a credit card bill
Someday when you have the last name
of someone with a white Corolla that never knew you
how I think of you
Someday when you take off a diamond ring to wash out your best glasses
for a dinner party
When you’re late for your three o’clock meeting
because you spilled your free hotel coffee on your skirt
Someday when you have loved and lost and cried and started again and built and destroyed and smiled and spent and earned and called and emailed and missed out and married and divorced and cut your hair and grew it out and cut it and grew it out and cut it and stopped and quit jobs and owed money and been promoted and found old photos and fixed your favorite sweaters and replaced your brakes and cooked and cleaned and lived for years and years over since
This will still be the way I think of you
Pushing and laughing
Running and stumbling
Hands in the air with your eyes closed shoulder to shoulder with a hundred people under the disco lights
Together today and tomorrow and the next day
The prettiest thing I’ve ever seen
That’s how I will remember you. Will you still think of me? Will you remember me? I Will remember you always.