Today is Logan’s graduation.

You’ve been planning for the big day for

months.

Maybe even his whole

life.

He is your baby boy after all.

And yet, you call me crying

devastated

that you’ve had bad luck

once again.

Your car is broken.

(as usual)

Your husband is sick.

(It’s always something with him)

I feel badly for you,

I know how much it meant to you.

But I feel worse for my brother.

His whole life has been nothing but disappointments

from you.

He was too young to remember when you were

a good mother.

(If I’m being honest, I’m starting to forget too.)

He doesn’t remember the real you,

Before the drugs stole you from us.

Before you gave your life to a man who doesn’t love you.

Before you disappeared.

Of course we always hope you come back to us,

but then days like today happen

and we’re reminded how far away from us

you really are.