Once straight bed sheets
ruffle to the capricious footwork
of the carefree baby that wont hesitate to leap
because mommy will catch them.
Crushed dandelions mark the spot
where this child has the mishap
of falling over hidden stones.
But, bruised and aching they run over to mom
because, well, she can make it better.
Burning tears of anger singe the cheeks
branding the child into adolesence,
where nothing makes sense.
But, no need to fear
the tears will subside and lose their heat
as mom's cool hands wipe them away.
One hug from her will help keep them steady
through the rocky roads ahead.
Decisions wih consequences
that threathen to last forever
trod on the maturity of the now emerging adult,
weary they turn to mom whose wisdom is everflowing
and she explains that while they have
to make their own way she will always be there.
There wont be a time that they will leap
and she wont be there to catch them.
There doesnt exist a bruise
she wont help them with. Hugs are free.
And as long as her spirit breathes
no wrong turn will ever condemn her child to forever. |
Submission Name: Trust: This Child's Fortune
