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.