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.