Mother to Child

Look...

your little fist

fits mine

like the pit

in a plum.

On day

And one size

these two hands will

clasp comanionably.

Help me, child.

Forgive me

when I fail you.

I'm your mother,

true...

But in the end

merely an older equal

doing her faltering best

for a dear

small friend.

By Carol Lynn Pearson