An ode to a Mother

 

I stand alone, my knees are weak

I stumble and I fall.

But push myself up, up again

To stand up straight and tall.

My knees give in, my smile - it fades

As down again I sink.

I try to stand, but fail again

"I cannot do it", I think.

I hear her voice, I see her smile

I feel her love for me;

Five yards between us both - 

But they, seem so much more to me.

There she stands, yonder afar

Beckoning me along;

I take a step, maybe two

But the distance seems too long.

I try and try and try until

Into her arms I fall;

She laughs and pulls me close into

An embrace that erases all.

I may be young, I may be small

But when I grow I'm sure

I'll walk a hundred miles for her

And then a hundred more.

Theresa. V

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