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I think I watched your childhood in a dream, I am certain, yesterday I
ran around with you in the yard,
I read the book about the moon to you one hundred times.
We laughed at the same jokes twice as much, and each time louder.
All in one moment.
In three heart beats
as long as it’s taken for me to sing a lullaby.
Today you start to walk away as easily as you came.
The way you look at me has changed.
I am no longer mommy
I go by mom and in intense moments by mother.
It does not matter what name I go by,
you will always be my baby
because I wear mother eyes
will always see the need in yours.
Countless times I have asked you to believe and dream
To be brave and try.
At this moment, I stir my coffee around with my own advise,
gripping the spoon,
fighting the urge to hold you back, when all you want to do is fly.