When I was young 

I spoke to my Mom in gibberish

as she used a finger from each hand

to help me stand up tall

I clasped my fists around her 

and she laughed at how strong my grip was

I gurgled a response and my mouth formed into a smile

She could pick me up with just two fingers

and had me dance about

jumping high

I loved to fly

up in the air

Cooing and my eyes go wide

as I stared at her 

mesmorized

And now though time passes and I stand tall on my own

she watches and sees how strong I’ve become

and we can still share a laugh and a smile

at something only we find funny

And I am still mesmorized 

at the wonders my Mom

still shows me 
thank you for every day…