I wonder if my mother will recognize you when she meets you.
I wonder if she’ll look at you and see your doe eyes and just know.
I wonder if she’ll shake your hand and realize these are the fingertips I crave.
I wonder what she’ll say to you. If she’ll say something sly like
Or something not so sly like
“I’ve heard so much about you.”
I wonder if you’ll look at her and see where I got the best parts of me.
My easy smile,
My perfect eyes.
I wonder if when you meet her you’ll fall in love with me.
Or if she’ll fall in love with you.
It was always our hearts that made us who we are.