To My Daughter

To My Daughter
- Latha

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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