She has to be here

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We rearranged it

So Mom could be here to help

Put it off three times

To fit her schedule

Of greenhouse and new kids

And neural lectures

The waiting stressed us all but

I refuse to go

Without her holding my hand

Every single step

The way she used to

When we were both young and scared

Leaning on each other

Drawing on mutual trust

I may be grown up

Allegedly strong and fierce

Standing on my own

But facing down the

Knives of strangers willingly

Turns me back to five

She’ll know what to do

When I can’t speak for mysel...