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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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