Mommy

Mommy,

I cry out and cling to your hand.

You look down at me,

Two or three years old,

Wearing my snoopy hat,

Corduroy pants,

Saddle shoes;

A small girl, holding tight,

I win a smile.

You pick me up

And kiss me,

Then head off to work.

I play the day away.

Before I know it,

You've come home,

Pulled me into your lap,

And are reading to me.

You are invincible.

Mommy,

I cry out as I wake from a dream.

You look down at me

From your place 

On the wall beside my bed.

Twenty-five years old,

My hair a mess, 

Bedclothes wrapped around me,

A woman,

I envision your smile, 

Glance down at my son,

Bend down to kiss him,

Then tuck the covers around him

And head to work.

He plays the day away,

Creating adventures.

My day drags,

But, finally, I come home,

Pull him into my lap,

And read to him.

I'm not invincible,

But I pray he is.