Have I Forgotten You, Mom?

 If I no longer remember your face each day,
does it mean I’ve forgotten you, Mom?
Or have you settled so deeply in me
that memory no longer needs effort?

I don’t call your name every moment,
yet my choices still sound like your voice.
Your lessons breathe through my silence,
your love lives in how I endure.

If forgetting means living with your strength,
then no, Mom—
I haven’t forgotten you at all.