Sometimes I find myself 
toddling again, shaky
on my fat little legs,
holding onto mama’s apron 
to keep my balance, though
she’s been gone forever. 

Can crawling be far
behind? Potty training,
diapers, someone to wash
my hair with baby shampoo,
no tears? The difference is,
this time I’m the one

who’ll do the shampooing. 
I’ll pat my own back,
put me to bed & read me
a story. Then I’ll sing me
to sleep & leave a light on
for when I wake in the dark.