Mom's Shoes

Dear Mama, walking and thinking of my childhood days, waves of memories crashing in, as I hit replay. You're in every scene, appearing with the morning light. I can talk to you, even though you're far from my sight. I wish I could stop these tears escaping from my eyes. I am grown; it's the heart of a little girl that cries. Fragments of memories, they seem to spin 'round and round' as my heart travels through a familiar stomping ground. Dear Mama, falling leaves of memories scatter my path. Start of a new season, running from the grief and wrath. I hear echoes of footsteps; I'll never be alone. Your path will be ably tended, never overgrown. I found your paved path; it's clear, as far as I can see. Each step a bit easier; you left your shoes for me.