MOM

You  grasp my hand 
I pull away.
In toddling steps, I run, I play.
You hold me close,
I squirm and squeal.
So much to see; to smell; to feel.
You linger as I head to class
Just go, I say- my tone quite crass.
You sit up late- you pace the floor.
I silent pass- I close my door.
You see my tears - you hear me cry.
You worry, fret, and wonder why. 
Just leave me be! What do you know,
Of love and boys and how things go? 
Time marches on- I move away
Our visits brief- a week- a day.
We've changed it seems- not you- but I.
I'm not sure when, or how, or why.
But now alas- I clearly see
A love most pure- you shared with me.
You grasp my hand- I grasp yours too.
So much I want to say to you.
I need advice- to you I turn-
From your experience I can learn.
My mom- my friend - my confidant 
A love I need, and deeply want. 

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