A Blank Slate
I grew up when
Mom stopped tying my shoes
For me
I grew up when
I could finally
Count to 10
I grew up when
Dolls no longer interested me
But books instead
I grew up when
I learned to drive
Mom wouldn't have to take me
Anywhere I go
I grew up when
I had a dream
Of my future
I saw school
I saw late study nights
I saw myself walking the stage
I saw hope
I grew up when
Mom stopped wiping my tears for me
She told me
Anytime you fall
Pick yourself up
Only you control your destiny
Go far
I grew up when
I began to reach for my dreams
All on my own
All for me
I grew up when
I began to see my purpose
In life
Helping others
Succeeding
Being the best version of myself
I grew up when
Time came to say goodbye
Mom said
I'm so proud
I love you
This is just
The beginning
Of a new chapter
She called it
A blank slate.
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