no matter how far away
or how much i older i get
in her arms i’m a little girl again
and even tho for so many years
i’ve made my own choices
cooked my own meals
raised my own child
in her arms i know nothing 
and she knows everything
and i may be somewhere over 50
but she would still hang my pictures
on the fridge door (if i colored any)
and when i’m sick i call her and pretend
that she’s right here tucking me in
and when i’m excited i call her
and tell her everything
and sometimes i call her
just to make sure she’s still there
because i still feel like i’m pretending
at being the grown up
and i need her to remind me
i’m still her best girl