Sometimes I cry

Not sobs, just tears running down my cheeks.

Sometimes I remember my Mom as she use to be, and it makes me sad.

Then I think about how much worse it could be.

She got worse, then she got better (probably thanks to my good care).

But, it is still just so sad. Her existence.

It's not really correct to call it living, although she is.

I think I cry, because someday, I will be just like her.