I know if it had happened to her
She wouldn’t tell me–
My mother, like a vault of secrets
Holding her self close
So as to not have it torn away.
She walks in the independence
And the fear
Of someone who has never had someone to lean on,
Learning to weigh little
A leaf on the wind
So that what she carries will not weigh her down.
Instead, she floats
No ship to provide her safe harbor
Owner of her own cargo, anchored to no one