Katie

No one will ever love you

the way your mother does.

If they do,

I’ll have to remind them

that just because i never had a real mother

doesn’t mean that you don’t.

I doubt anyone will ever recognize

the way you always rise with the sun

(even on Saturday morning)

or how your taste in ‘noms’

varies with the wind.

Will your independence,

your stubbornness

drive them as crazy as it does me?

Will they appreciate

how you become a messier eater

with every year older you get?

No one will ever love you the way your mother does,

but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t look

for someone to share your heart with.

For someone who exists in your smile

and dies in pleasure when they look in your eyes.

Deja Vu

I met a little boy today 

who reminded me so much of you;

with his short dark locks 

and parchment skin,

for a moment, 

I thought I'd gone back in time.

In an instant 

I saw the Boy Scout he would become;

it was the instant when 

he came to my little girl's rescue,

chasing down the bully 

who'd stolen her bike.

I wondered if he had a brother 

he'd do anything for,

and if someday, years from now,

he'd come face to face 

with the love of his life.

He walked away 

and went back to his friends,

as if nothing at all unusual had happened,

and I, lost in memory, 

shook the past out of my shoes,

and walked back into the present,

trying not to remember

what it was I wanted so badly to forget.