Little mother, friend of mine.
Once were school girls,
now both grown up
We who shared hopes and dreams,
read books, copied notes
survived the playground.
Now, there is a little boy
with eyes of brown
and rosebud lips.
You've stepped over a line I
didn't know existed -
I can not cross
No matter how I adore him,
cuddle and kiss him.
He is not mine.
You share a moment with him
we share the room,
but different worlds.
The first steps you took ahead of me,
didn't seem
to take you far
I use to think I'd understand
but I don't, can't.
Motherhood changes it.
You have left your school days
so far behind.
I can't seem to catch up.
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