*This is a poem I wrote for my daughter when she was 16 years old, after a traumatic sweater incident. As out children get older, we come to the realization that we will not always be able to protect them from the troubles in the world. The ideal of “Mommy can Fix Everything with a Kiss” becomes something like a dream from a past life. There is a sadness to this realization that they will be going out into a world that often has darkness to it. So the little “fixes” we can offer take on a whole new meaning.
With my Own Two Hands
Sirens whiz by on the road outside
Someone unknown to me is in trouble
I say a silent prayer.
The six o’clock news shows a video
People are homeless from a hurricane
I offer a silent prayer.
An accident occurs on the road as I drive
A person is in trouble
I call 911 on my cell.
My daughter spills hair dye on the new sweater
Her grandmother gave her for Christmas.
I take her to the store and buy her an identical one
I tell her Grandma will never know
Happy to do it because
She still has problems I can fix
With my own two hands.