When I was young, people said I looked like her
We had the same smile, skin tone, attitude
She would walk the sidewalks with me
Never impatient but always there
She would walk me to the bus
I never said I wanted her to do that
Everyone else walked alone
She knew what I wanted
Every tumble, she picked me up
Every cliff’s edge, she pushed me off it
Every alarm, she pulled me back
Every storm, she sheltered me
I see myself in her now
Your parents become people
And so do you, the same but not
So I walk along the same sidewalks
But my steps are longer and more shaky
I know that there will be one day when I fall
That she won’t be there to catch me
And on that day, I will pick myself up
Knowing that there was a day when she
Reached out for her mother and there was
No hand to catch her.
Poetry Overdose 