Smaller Skyscrapers

It was then

When the skyscrapers seemed smaller

That I realized that I had grown taller


A shrinking metropolis

An appropriate tribute to the moments passed by

With rust from time


My mother is no longer  Mom

She is Renee

Just like me


Just like me


Although the world is changing 

I am now able to recognize

That within the storm

There is an eversteady pulse


A pulse that runs through me

Beside me

And with me

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