Custard

I hope, when I am old, that someone that loves me, my son, my daughter, someone, will make me custard, will make me tapioca pudding. I made those things for my mom, but did I make them enough? It still brings me to tears thinking of my mom. It's too late to tell her I love her, I only hope she knew, that my actions, as well as my words, told her how much I loved her, still love her, and miss her.