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.
That she will grow taller than tallest building,
and touch the sky.