Standing Poem by Brenda Urka

Standing



Standing in the shadows,
An image appears to me.

I know I must be seeing things,
My Mom, it can not be.

She's telling me not to worry,
His hand, she's holding tight.

She's walking in his foot prints,
Amazed by all the sights....

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