I have carried you for thirty years
in every step, every mis-step I have taken,
in delicious, imprudent ways. You were there
when my daughters were born, you hid
in a corner to hide your tears when I left home
that last time. You knew, didn’t you? You knew
that my life would move so far from yours.
And yet you walked with me.
New life, new responsibilities, even a new
family, tailor made for me. You watched
from afar but never so far that I could not feel
your touch. I failed, your smile cradled my tears
When I cried out I fed off your strength, you held
my hand. When I reached out, you were there;
Even when I was angry and turned you away
Still you walked with me.
Some nights were wild and dark, some
frightfully cold; storms lashed at the sides
or our row-boats. Sometimes I clung to driftwood
that you threw out to me. Sometimes
I was washed ashore, restless as the sea.
Through all the life surrounding me, I fell
I got back up, I fell again. But I never gave up
For you walked with me.
Raising children, they say is hard, yet it was easy
for me: I raised them to be like you, I hope
I have been able to. Somewhat? Are you proud?
Or do you see me like I do? Often broken, unforgiving,
full of flaws. Yet I manage to smile, I have love.
I have eyes that smile into my eyes and those eyes
tell me enough. And I know, deep down I know.
You always will walk with me.