This Mom of yours...
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Some days I wonder if
All I'm teaching you is mine
Really what I'm learning myself
Only a few decades behind
But willing and open to shed
the old; and acquire the new
How long do we really learn?
Asks a forgotten childhood
With you I've rediscovered
Where I'd left off without knowing
Somewhere this dreamer awakened
Recalling a neglected reverie
For soon enough my butterfly
shall sprout her rainbow wings
I brace as she readies for flight
Wonder what her journey will bring?
And I'll have to console myself
That you'll have your own landings
And even as your heart stays open
You're centered for wise navigating
And I'll rush to call and check
At every possible misstep
Perhaps I would have learned to stop,
"I think she's ok - we did talk about that..."
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For my little sweetheart who grows up too fast ....
April 14, 2012
