Time

Having my mom visiting me this year is making me think in our time.
Sometimes I catch myself just looking, contemplating the presence of someone that can, in a little future, be gone.
I think about all her fight for life, for our life, all the hard days and dark nights. She is my light. if I think about her all my little and stupid problems desapear.
I see how time make us fragile, unbalanced, quite child.
I feel that I want to protect her, hug and take her with me.