bound up in the web of life
give me an ear and I will give you a voice.
You called me Tricia from the beginning yet I in my innocence, in my ignorance,
Named myself
Over and over
You sat on the sideline always cheering, always present, ignored yet no worse for the disregard
When I turned the corner where age showed me ignorance for what it was and innocence found long dead you were there still
Your waiting was not waste nor something required I acknowledge.
In your ultimate kindness you simply held out your hand, held me gently, and took me where you had paradise for just me, all along.