This is the first piece in a series of poems inspired by photos taken on various travels with my mother. I’ve considered writing a travelogue of our adventures, but my memories and emotions don’t form in daring stories; they manifest in poetry. My goal is to write at least one poem a day until I have enough for a book dedicated to my biggest fan.
To me, you’re colossal,
As I approach from below,
reaching higher than I can dream.
Your stony visage exudes
Safety, strength, and power,
Yet, you’re not unshakeable.
If I rode on your shoulder,
Would I see the world through your eyes,
Or would the height blind my senses?
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