Like a baby to his mother,
You grab my hand and pull
In the opposite way.
As a child you braced my legs,
Determining each step I should take.
Now you expect me to walk on my own?
Nonetheless I overcome your overpowering hand.
And as it is foreign to you,
You see me walk away.
Thus, you go back to what is known.
Swinging for my hand to tug.
Yet I'm too far gone, and momma lost her son.
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