The first time I saw her
she hung overhead
an apparition in a dream
that I woke from
in a cold sweat.
The second time I saw her
was from the corner of my eye
a movement in the window pane
as light bled from the sky.
The third time I saw her
was from the mirror on the wall
a visage just like my own
and with less joy.
The last time I saw her
I was pressed beneath the ground
mouth open in silent screams
as the doppelganger took over my life.
Let’s spread the word.
I use to sit upon your knee
while you braided my hair
and whispered of your dreams for me.
Held your hand when I was scared
watching you chase away the monsters.
You took the backseat when I learned to drive
through this journey called life
letting me soar and learn on my own
even when the mistakes were fraught.
Now the time has come
the page has turned
and it is I who must care for you.
I hold your hand when you whisper in fear
I comb thin hair once so thick you despaired
I watch as you pull away from me
moving backwards into the heaven’s light
knowing that you have no regrets
you have lived this life
the way you always dreamed.
With tears shattering on my cheeks
I say my final good byes
I am once more that little girl
needing her mother to hold her tight
and remind her that this is the cycle of life.