Finally

Finally, freedom!

The door to the new apartment swung around,

and it was then that I found the rug stained brown.

But, I was alone, finally.

There was something about this place.

I no longer had any younger siblings to chase,

or parents to explain everything to.

I felt independent, finally.

"This will be easy!" 

I said this to myself as I unpacked my first box.

Everything looked the way I wanted to,

No more 'mom sayings' on the walls, finally. 

I kept telling myself that this was good.

Independence and answering to no one, all good.

My mother kept saying to give her a call if I needed anything.

For once, I did not have to tell my mom what I needed, finally.

But the days began to get sad,

and I missed the 'mom sayings' plastered all over the walls.

Now that I am on my own, I shouldn't miss my mom,

I talked myself out of the saddness, finally.

Friends would cheer me up,

hosting get togethers will help hold back the tears.

Messes were made and drinks were spilled,

and my friends eventually exited the door, finally. 

My mom would always clean the messes,

but I never noticed.

I sat staring at all of the crumbs and plates left behind,

and this is when I realized how little attention I had paid, finally. 

Tears began to roll down my cheeks as I began to dial.

My mother's voice on the other line was surprised.

"Hi mom," I said, "thank you for always picking up my mess"

She laughed while exclaiming, "finally."

This was a turning point,

a life lesson well learned.

When you think you don't need mom anymore,

you realize how much you do, finally.