Like Me

Like Me

I leaned in close and whispered 

I didn't  know if you could hear

But every word I said to you sounded perfectly clear

Remember the day we walked along 

The hill was steep and wet

You held my hand tight in yours

Saying there was nothing to fret 

The stories you told 

were when you were young

Of things I needed to see

Important tips

to try and avoid

So you won't grow up

like me

I smoothed the hair on your brow

Each wrinkle I'll never forget

I held your hand tight in mine

Shh now, there is nothing to fret

Cathy