Momma

Blinking my eyes, not wanting the light, missing the familiar warmth and darkness loud wail ; half angry, half astonished My voice? Careful hold, familiar yet strange a croon that has been a part of me for so long The voice; my light in the darkness, my path to follow “Hi Momma’s Darling!” Momma? Momma! One whom I have been a part of By me through good and bad Hand tight in hers when mine went limp, guiding me, left at the right time Pushing me to my limits, “Limits? They are far away!” Always ahead of me, clear path. But a weed, two stones; not all roses Swim the harshest water, Ride the best horse, not the highest Need a best friend? Try the killer whale. Momma.