I remember
I heard
And the sound
Echoes still in my soul.
I lay alone then
In a big tall bed
With visions of a surgeon’s shiny knife
Twisting through my head.
I was a big girl
Too big to cry
Too small to fight that fear
Within those clean white walls.
And then I heard
And though I did no see
I knew beyond a doubt
Those footsteps were coming for me.
No one else had such purpose
And I knew by the prideful clips
And the powerful clops
This walker’s destiny was me.
I no longer trembled
My fear went away.
I shall always remember my mother’s footsteps
And the sweet, sweet comfort they gave.
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