her mom used to wash her hair in the bathtub, 
and they would laugh over shapes in the bubbles, 
back in her little girl days, 
before she herself became more serious, and 
her mom, more sad. 

she misses that time when the laughter she heard  
wasn't at the expense of others, 
and while there's no going back, 
she wishes she had taken more of that past 

with her