a poem for mom:

happy mother's day to all the moms out there

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you - shaking worlds

you move me.

like six years old:

when my best friends and I

raced each other down the empty roads,

played hide and seek in the dark,

and rode our bikes til our legs gave out and then some more,

youth - the pinnacle of it, my favorite memories were then.

you move me like a burning fire in a kingdom of rock and ice

you, my candle in the night - a soft, protecting warmth

you move me

your confidence, strength, understanding, your faith

you inspire me

you stirred into life my desires and aspirations

and guided me away from the path of least resistance

and threw me to myself and told me to stay me

because you knew all i wanted to do was to be unlike me and be like you

fearless and unwavering, can i be like that, too - maybe?

you move me

like nine years old

when i met my grandmother for the very first time

and felt the age in her hands and saw the stars in her hair

and heard your loud, emphatic emotions in her voice,

your voice.

if i'm ever at a standstill, when my time seems to stop

you move me, spin me, send me back into motion,

always/infinitely/unquestioningly/indefinitely

like the earth moves with the sun

and the moon moves with the earth

i move to you, with you, for you