My Mom

I walk out the door
A helmet on my head
I try to hide the sadness
To avoid their gleeful grins

I catch her eye,
She smiles a bit
I hear her voice in my head
Saying: "Go on, you can do better"

I smile slightly,
She always did care
My Mom was the one
I looked to

She didn't care if
I fell on my face
Or if my hand
got burnt by the fire

She didn't care
About the klutz I am
She just cared
About me.

I walk out the door
A helmet on my head
A smile on my face
She cares

I whisper
"Mom, I still love you,
And don't worry,
I'll be home soon"