Tuesday, June 16, 2009


You hold your hand against mine
like a mirror image.
You put on my shoes.
You measure your height against mine.
I am your measure.
I hope I am large enough.
My life touches
you in ways yet to be seen
as you watch my every day
actions and interactions.
I want to be worthy
of your admiration.
I hope I am a good example
who will inspire you and
bring you no harm,
and help you
to your best

Marsha Salerno 2009

1 comment:

Debra said...

Oh, a kindred spirit!
How desperately
we parents
to measure