Tone

Something in your tone

Subtly warned me.

I respect you.

The mother I once had is gone,

But I see her in you-

the way you love and care and guide

A sister, outliving her best friend,

Watching children grow,

Not her own.

Trust is hard to come by

but you have mine,

Wholeheartedly.

Your advice–

Metallic wrenches,

Bring me to a halt.

I disagree but conflict swells

within me.

I’m not too young to

Value wisdom, or

Recognize experience, or

Know the vastness of the things

I do not know.