A Mother’s Love

I carry the baggage of her life around with me everywhere I go. It is a heavy burden and although I have often dreamed of setting it down and walking away, I do not, I persevere. She loved me I know but that love is the heaviest piece of luggage that I carry. It drags me down so far that I no longer go in large bodies of water for fear it will drag me down to the bottom and I will drown with her love. I often wonder what will happen with all of her bags when I die. I look at the beautiful face of my daughter and I pray that she has the strength that I do not and throws these bags on the trash heap of the past where they belong.