“I come from latkes and empanadas,”
she said, waving her assignment high for me to see.
She wears her crown of in-between so well,
no doubting or worrying where she belongs.
I smile. It won’t be too long before
some teen woe sets us at odds.
But, she still wants to show me
how she can be like me.
I want to learn to be like her.
I’ll put down the chore list
and listen to where her words took her,
because motherhood isn’t measured out
in laundry baskets or coffee spoons.
It’s more like preserved rose beadsmade of memories strung together.
Song Choice: Watching You - Rodney Atkins