For My Mother

towongfoo27
Looking out the window
A little girl
Sitting in the front seat
Of a pickup truck
In her mother's lap.

Laws different then
Didn't need seat-belts
Scared were going to crash
Driving too fast
Remember being scared.

Mom holding me
On our way to a picnic or fishing trip
Either with Mick or Norma's friends
A little girl
Burying my face from the reckless world.

Mom knew I was scared
Said it is alright
Holding me closer
Turning my fears into her soft light
I will remember this moment forever.

Sometimes a racing mind
Can arrive at warm memories
Fears vanishing
To discover what I'll find
Maybe there is a soft mind.

Published by towongfoo27

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  • Katlady22/19/2009

    Great poem hon!

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