a poem for my mama.

A thank you poem for being strong when I simply cannot, and always being proud of me.


The first day of school smells like summer’s last breath.

Sharpened pencils, vinyl backpacks, and tin lunch boxes

carefully packed with peanut butter snacks and ham sandwiches.

A sigh escapes a mothers’ tired lips

as she watches her children take small steps towards large buildings

that swallow their growing frames.

She waves softly to her youngest daughter,

Her wide brimmed eyes peering over her new backpack.

She smiles,


and prays:

That she will grow taller than tallest building,

and touch the sky.

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