It feels like yesterday
that I gave birth to you.

All my pain was forgotten
when you made a small whimper.

A beautiful creation – so tiny
wriggled in my hands.

Slowly, the bud developed petals
blossoming sweetly every day.

You snuggled in my lap
went to sleep holding my fingers.

Even in your deep sleep
your tiny hands seeked my warmth.

You took your first step before me
hands spread to maintain balance.

And, your steps moved on
to conquer me and others.

Now, after so many years
you tower over me.

Your hands now guide me
when I am learning to step out.

You watch over my each step
and I recall your tiny steps.

You have become my guide
and taken the role of my mother.

But,
your hands still seek me in your sleep.

And,
I know that you will always be my child.