I am my mother’s first
Crazy as it may sound
I am her soul image
Despite who helped
she released me
into the world
to walk and talk
and carry on
Because
I represent
everything that she is
What she is not
depends on her
But I
am my mother’s keeper
What I don’t know
is of no need
The past is past
I am the end
the beginning
and the middle
I am written and sealed
and my fate lies
upon her lies
her truths
The few who know
look upon me
as forgotten
when my goodness then shines
She made a path for me
to escape the warm and cold world
And though I may not always be
she does hold me
reminding me
of everything
Because
I have been kept
and keep going
onward
Because
I really was her first