Mama - Poem by tinette holmes
can I step back to the child that i was
to see through their eyes, to love how they love
when I was small my life fed my soul
with all life before me and no worries at all
in my children i see myself
when sometimes i slip off my so grown up shelf
they need my little girl with her mischiviousnes
with her brashness and humor in her calico dress
come to play hide and seek with the mama they know
to tickle their fancies by spreading my toes
I spy and coloring and fishing for perch
bubbles and slip and slides and twirling bright skirts
will my little me know when to come out and play?
'come in here with us mama'
'no not today'
if she's sleeping for now inside of my mind
then their jokes and their sparkle will help me to find
those three little ones who someday will be
half small and half big just like their mommy
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