When young
my Mom would
hold me close, whisper
now you’re just a child
unpolished and unrefined
loose gravel scattered, wild.
But someday, she promised
you’ll fall and earn your scars
in the rock tumbler of life
and be the envy of the stars.
Those words
from the dearest woman
in my life
came true
and I’m thankful
she created that view
for I was prepared
to walk head high
on sunny days
and through many storms.

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