Mama

A mother, to me,
Is the one who lets you go
Takes you back
Lets you go
Buys your boots

A mother, to me,
Is the one who helps you grow
Lets you shrink
And retrench
Tends your roots

A mother, to me,
Is the one who stays behind
But whose hand is always open,
Strong, outstretched.

A mother, to me,
Doesn't simply come along -
But somehow, she never needed
To be fetched.