Transitional Fossil

" The question isn't "who is going to let me"; it's "who is going to stop me".
Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Reaching for things, way above me
Mother's hand a moment away
Always pulls me up
Whenever I fall

I would hang when I was young
A weightless giggle.
Now I pull her close against her
She comes closer
Reaching down without looking
Ignoring me for the Sun

Old we are. She's older still
She pulls my heart and guilt cart
Down the stairs


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