Second Generation

I remember when she was born

Gray blue eyes, wrinkled face

Wails and coos all over the place


I remember her as a child

Skinned knees and bedtime takes

Picture books and cooties on males


Years go by and now she’s a mom

She wipes her babies’ faces

She drives us to tourist places


And in the evening when I state in her eyes

She’s listening so well

She’s nodding and engaging, so I tell


The backstory of my life

The ugly and raw

The emotional truths I saw


And that baby girl grown

Understands and sighs

Surprise growth and depth behind those eyes


She pierces my heart with perfect advice

And I think, when did this baby

Grow to counsel me?



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