“You can be anything,” she said,
In a quiet moment before bed,
But the child could see some sadness there
And so asked, “Mom, what’s wrong?”
The mother paused with a distant stare,
As though she could see someone standing there;
And said, “You could be President, for sure,
Or the reason we find a famous cure;
You could be a parent, a star, a friend
Who is there through the joy or the bitter end.
But there is one ‘can’t’ for us all, you see:
You can’t be the person you used to be.”
The child looked up, and said, “If that’s true,
She must have been great to be better than you.”
To share is human:
So very powerful!
Aaaawww…..