It's incredible to see you smile.
That's all we boys have ever wanted.
You watched us grow and fade away from you.
Occasionally we weaved a path back,
you know,
for money, shelter and open arms, free from judgement.
Well, sort of free from judgement.
We boys don't turn to you for advice, but you offer it freely and without guise.
Your hands were broken in from carrying us,
Caring for the things that made us cry, brought us joy.

Mother, we've now grown up, more up than you know.
And in all conviction, with as much love as sons can return, we want you to smile.
Life has treated you harshly and you've accepted it. With some good fight back.
Life has given you us. Which is more life, you say, than you could have ever asked for.

Now do what you want.

Do what sets you free and gets you off the ground.
We boys are struggling in life now and trying to pay you back.
We may not have the money, but with as much love as sons can speak back, go towards the world,
with us at your back, do not retract for fear or loss,
we are here for all your failed explorations.
We can sacrifice, because it is no longer our comfort to be worried,
but your happiness to be realized.

Mom, we want to see you smile the wrinkles deeper into your face.
The crevices, once filled with tears for us, over us, because of us,
should flow with joy.
Mom, we love to see you smile.
It's one of your boys' favorite things.

Photo by Tammy Gouldstone.  Words by Jordan Lane Shappell.