In My Mother's Shoes

As a baby I once played in my mother shoes I walked in them with my little feet like a skier I would trip in them and get a bruise To nurse me, she was always near My eyes found new interest and my feet grew As I quit the skiing and found some peers I slowly freed myself from my mother’s rules The world closed in, she had her fears When we forget our cradles, we become fools We forget a mother’s sweat and her tears The delusion of power wield by breaking the rules We forget the hand that led us this far Now I realise she had tough options to choose As her sacrifices become clearer I have learnt to put myself back into my mother shoes They are hard to fill, just like when I was a toddler