As the door slammed shut
behind her
she wiped a hidden tear from
the corner of her eye
where did it all go wrong?
they use to be so close
when did her sweet baby girl
become
this disagreeable tyrant?
it seemed like the night had
changed
her smiling little girl into
this rebellious, teenage stranger
so full of rage and hate
that was impossible for her to understand
she heard the stereo volume
go up in the room
and she sank down onto the
stairs and wept.
She thought of what use to
be...
the ribbons and lace
pig tails and curls
"Play dollies with me
mommy"
"make me a paper
princess crown"
Where did the time go?
She went down stairs and
sank onto the sofa
trying hard to concentrate
on the needle point
snuggled under the comfort of
the quilt she had made
the squares were created
from scrapes of childhood memories...
that sweet smelling baby,
the pig-tailed little girl.
She heard the stereo go
quiet
followed by footsteps on the
stairs.
She looked up to see her
standing there before her
basked in the glow of the
fireplace
this beautiful, lanky,
creature
Part woman and still so much
of a child
"can I sit and cuddle
with you Mommy?
She puts down the needle
work, and lifts the quilt
the rebellious teen has now
transformed once again
to the child that finds
comfort in her mothers loving arms
As she sits and cuddles and
rocks
she is amazed at how
perfectly she still fits
Her eyes glisten with tears
tears of both sadness and of
joy
She thinks to herself and
sighs
"My baby girl, my woman
child"
The night has once again
transformed
the tidal wave has passed
and the sea is once again calm
They had survived yet
another storm
As they sail along the
course of parenthood
As
she guides her on the voyage from childhood.
Shea Clarke
2001
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