Saturday, January 8, 2011

last day home


It was good to be with you again,
I am comfortable with you.
I can look any way, talk any way, be any way,
and I am comfortable with you.
.
When I was small I looked up to you,
now that I am taller I still look up to you.
You can't carry me on your shoulders,
rock me on your lap,
make hard decisions for me,
but you are still security for me.
.
At the beach, my toes in the sand are bigger than yours,
they used to be so small.
I brush my own hair, remember my own sweater,
and I don't have to stand on a stool to cook with you.
In the garden, my rainboots are bigger than yours,
they used to be so small.
.
It was good to be home again, ----------------------- Mom, senior year in college at Wheaton
I am comfortable with you.
To me, your fire is the warmest,
your hugs are the safest,
your strength is the strongest,
and I am comfortable with you.

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