Bjcorbin's Blog

In memory of Kathleen Christine Walker, wife of 1, mother of 4, grandmother of 7 and sister of my mother

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When I first arrived, you held me in your arms

It was the only place I wanted to be

Soon I was heavy and wouldn’t sit still

I wanted to get down and explore

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Reluctantly, you had to let me go

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Then I was able to walk, but you made me hold your hand

When all I really wanted was to run up ahead

After some years, you just tried to keep me in sight

But I was more interested in discovering new things

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Reluctantly, you had to let me go

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Soon, I was almost as tall as you, and you tried to talk to me

But I started having a hard time hearing you

When I took my first steps into adulthood, you tried not to be afraid

But I was too excited to notice

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Reluctantly, you had to let me go

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Then the years passed, and the miles came between us

And I found myself yearning for the days of just being your child

Then the day came, when I held on to your hand and watched you breathe your last

And in that moment, in your arms was the only place I wanted to be

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Reluctantly, I have to let you go