January 4, 2010

Meeting Menzies

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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