My Mother’s Steps

I remember
I heard
And the sound
Echoes still in my soul.

I lay alone then
In a big tall bed
With visions of a surgeon’s shiny knife
Twisting through my head.

I was a big girl
Too big to cry
Too small to fight that fear
Within those clean white walls.

And then I heard
And though I did no see
I knew beyond a doubt
Those footsteps were coming for me.

No one else had such purpose
And I knew by the prideful clips
And the powerful clops
This walker’s destiny was me.

I no longer trembled
My fear went away.
I shall always remember my mother’s footsteps
And the sweet, sweet comfort they gave.

4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Jane
    Jul 27, 2012 @ 06:42:52

    Not a “wannabe”…you are a writer. In 2012, no one needs an agent or a publisher anymore; besides, they make you do all your own marketing anyway 🙂 Keep writing, keep putting it all out there, one post at a time. I look forward to reading more of your memoir.


    • Sara
      Jul 27, 2012 @ 08:55:34

      Thanks, Jane. Have you written a book? I would like to hear more about it. I am very new to all this blogging etc. Some guidance would be very welcome! Thanks for taking the time to read my stuff! 🙂


      • Jane
        Jul 27, 2012 @ 09:01:49

        I’m no expert, Sara, but I’ve been reading up and researching the craft of writing–and actually writing–for years. I’m currently back to writing (and finishing!) a memoir I started a few years ago, which also is one of my WordPress blogs. There are many good books on the subject, but my biggest advice would be to read other books in your genre, continue to build your internet platform, and most importantly, keep writing! 🙂

      • Sara
        Jul 27, 2012 @ 22:10:03

        Thanks, Jane! I will take your advice.

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