Category: Poetry

Mom,

when I was little

I felt safe

walking behind you

my child’s legs unsure

of each step I took

on my journey.

 

You were my guide,

my comfort,

my protection.

 

But, now I am tall,

my legs longer,

and I struggle

to fit in

behind you.

 

I look over your shoulder,

curious and excited

about the world

I see ahead of me.

 

Mom,

it is time

for us to part,

you on your journey

and me on mine.

 

Please don’t worry.

I’ll be fine.

I’m wearing a coat

of all you’ve taught me.

 

Wish me well,

and watch me fly.

 

Thank you, Mom.

With all my love.