Maybe they wipe your slate from your early days clean
Only because it broke your heart in two to leave where your home has been.
The home that was a person, not a place.
Her memory of that cord though is as fresh as day.
Easy as she loves you, easily she lets go to let you crawl -
Roots she gives, roots that know the rose must grow away if it must grow at all.
Happily she makes way for friends, lovers, and life,
Only letting go more each day, but loving more fiercely with a tearful smile.
Once she told me, she’s always here but she’s teaching me to live without her the best I could.
Does such selfless love need any reassurance, when we both see a tether no one else could?
