You held me in your arms.
Then you took me by the hand.
And when I crossed the street,
you told me to hold on tight.
The light in a sea of faces,
you smiled up at me
as I sang my lines.
Your face all that I remember.
When I fell to the ground – bike and all,
you were the first one there.
Two broken teeth and hurt pride,
your voice all that I remember.
You were there for my first date
and my first heartbreak.
You took me by the hand
and told me to hold on tight.
You said it was gonna be all right,
just wait and see.
You were right of course –
your love all that’s left.
You were there
when I became a mother.
Unsure and on my own,
you took me by the hand.
You said it was gonna be all right,
just wait and see.
And you were right of course –
Angie now twenty-five.
So many years have gone by
and I don’t call enough
to let you know I remember.
I’m still holding on.
So many miles between us,
but I know you’re there.
The miles don’t mean much
between a mother and a daughter.
Love’s wings able to cross the distance.
©Brenda Baker ~ Caffeinated Ramblings 2017
A poem dedicated to my mother, whose smile can still light any room.