Invincible.
That's what You think.
What You believe.
You really think She can't die.
That she can flip a dozen cars,
with no seatbelt,
yet always walk away
with mere stitches and road rash.
I know how invincible
you feel at this age.
How You feel it will
never happen to You.
Or those You love.
That all the people You care about
will grow old before dying.
You truly believe it.
We all did at Your age.
We were wrong.
We wrecked those cars.
We flunked those classes.
We got addicted.
We overdosed.
We caught those diseases.
We squandered our love.
We lost our jobs.
We got divorced.
We got pregnant.
We killed ourselves.
We buried our friends.
We died.
Invincible, She is not.
Part of You knows this.
Part of You ignores this.
Thinking how close You came
to losing Your mother
is the last thing You want
to worry about now.
Sometime it will seem real.
Sometime You will think about it.
Sometime You will be scared.
Sometime You will see
she beats those long odds
only by chance.
I hope You will deal with it.
I hope You will talk about it.
I hope You won't let it eat You.
Most of all,
when the odds or old age
do catch up with her,
I hope you won't feel guilty
about thoughts or words
we all have during
some silly argument.
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