I was born a mother
I was born two weeks too late for the second
three years too late for the first.
I was brought into the world
by a father
and a daughter
I was helping a girl toddle
before I myself had
taken my first steps.
I was born strong,
steady.
I was born for her
for my baby,
my girl.
They can give
her a name,
a face,
a hair color.
I gave her
herself.
I gave her
her memories.
And she gave me mine
I saw her first step.
I saw her first laugh
I gave her
her laugh
I gave her wonderment
I was the one who
showed her the flowers
I gave her those summer days
tasting like frozen lemonade and laughter.
I was the roots of her happiness
holding her life together
letting nothing erode.
But she has forgotten
She has left me
for someone else
who has more wonders
to dazzle her with.
But I showed her
the greatest
the smallest.
I showed her
her love for the world
for writing.
I showed her
how to fly.
And I learned from
her smiles what it
is like to soar
While my feet are
cemented, rotting
away in the ground.
What I would give
to remember what it
was like to see
her fly.
Posted by closeenoughtoflying on April 28, 2012
https://alimorrow.wordpress.com/2012/04/28/see-her-fly/