To My Daughter
It seems like only yesterday
That you stretched out your fragile hands
To clasp my sturdy fingers,
As you stumbled helplessly across irksome cobblestones
Longing to hold the stars and the rain;
And I sat patiently
Sifting
Sand from cereal,
Toys from tears
Khan from Kotler
Feeling presumtuous master of your fate,
Your mother
All in a flash
You are towering all over me
Reaching out your soul ever so quietly
To soothe my senility;
Teaching me to touch life's pulses all over again
Re-stirring embers of memories forgotten long ago;
While I learned to lean on your crutches to keep pace with my gawky
footsteps.
When I suddenly begin to wonder,
If our roles have not been reversed
You, the mother, and I, the child?
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