A poem about the story of a letter, in preparation by a mother in the hospital with only three days of life remaining. She needs to ready her son as best as she can the importance of growing up, managing, and being responsible.
Open your eyes, son, before I close mine.
Remember, nothing is free. Free is a tricky little
word with lots of meaning, and all of them mean
‘spend.’ It’s a word of hidden agenda and small
print. Don’t let the word ‘free’ be the honey that
attracts the fly into debt or snare. Truth is,
saving money is always money well spent. Think
of the why before you buy, just might alleviate crossing
an unnecessary bridge.
Responsible things don’t just happen. Someone
responsible manages them, like you must now do:
Pay bills, buy food, clean your house,
live and take care to care for yourself.
Be thankful for blessings like our wake in the morning,
our sleep at night. And not
take them for granted. Like the air we breathe.
What if we had to work on getting it right and
learn how to get it right? On something as important
as this, our life would depend, making sure we were
doing this thing called breathing, and doing it right, would serve
as a constant reminder of how important this
thing called air is. We must protect it for the sake of our lives,
for the sake of our future.
Because we care, we manage. That is responsible.
Open your eyes before I close mine.
And welcome to the real world. Rooms do not
Clean themselves, nor are they cleaned by the magic
of elves. Rent is not paid with happy good
mornings to the landlord, nor is it waived by making a
scarcity of ourselves on rent day. Ignoring bills don’ t make
them go away. So, pay your rent and manage, because
that’ s responsible.
Open your eyes before I close mine. The real world does exist.
It’s a place that self-reliance and confidence
meets ambition. And enthusiasm meets commitment.
And determination meets the change you work hard for.
It’s a place where you manage because that is responsible.
Here food does not cook itself and come to the table on
A platter to your plate from the pot on its own.
You will find often enough that saying ‘‘thank you’’
is a magic term with magic properties.
It pays to use this regularly. And this may be news.
Dishes don’t wash, dry, and put themselves
away, like clothes don’t wash, dry, and put themselves away.
They don’t fold and put themselves into your dresser drawers.
And managing your priorities may not always be as bright,
simple, and clear as “what’s better now, or what’s better later,” right?
Tomorrow comes. Things need to get done.
So, you can manage, because that’s responsible.
In the real world sometimes there are smiling
faces, cyberspaces like wolves. They can sometimes be found
on the same side of the fence. With scams and schemes
wanting to devour you away from your money.
Even an honest man, should he forget the meaning of the word free.
Nothing is free except the love of God and this mother’s love for her son.
Hold near, hold dear. A bridge you do not
have to cross can save you time, energy, and money.
Remembering these tidbits in time may prove useful.
So, hold near, hold dear,
thankful for a mother that you did not have to
learn this on your own the hard way.
They still put erasers on pencils because
people make mistakes, sometimes with time and sometimes with choices.
To say, should you
Fall off a horse, off a wagon, off focus, off course,
remembering God is good all the time, can be an
instant saving grace, and strength you can count
on to get back as fast as you can,
as not to wallow or linger there too long.
Son, three days is not enough time for a mother
to love her son his whole life as I…
Mother’s letter stops here 7:18am.