Moms and Boys With No Savings Account

I was thinking about my mother,
About me,
The big dreamer,
And how she’s always been there,
Believing,
At the foot of every new cross I decided to bear.

I’ve been thinking, too,
About the burden I must be…
The burden Christ must have been
To his mother, Mary.
And wondering,
If maybe we both should have put a little something away…

You know…

Just in case.