Abigail S.

In My Mother’s Shoes

I am my mother, Yach-ing

I wonder what Abigail and Kaitlyn are doing

I hear laughing from the treehouse

I see Kaitlyn picking flowers

I am their guardian

I pretend to not be looking

I feel the same joyful feeling they do

I understand that they will be grown up soon

I say,“I love you” as soon as they come in

I dream about my children forever