How powerful I felt
when you looked up to me
for life, for meaning, for encouragement!
I dreamed your growth,
straight and tall,
invincible
arrows in my quiver,
conquering all
while I cheered from afar
congratulating myself
for the miracle.
Now the work is over
and I weep, redundant,
a shadow ghosting through
the margins of your lives.
When it's all over,
I'll lie meekly on my back
looking up to you.
(Oct. 2012)
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