My mother and I are like the hands of a clock—
she, the seconds that move my minute
and I, the minutes that move her hour.
I was born on her twenty-first birthday.
We are always walking hand in hand
between the astonished faces
of what’s to come and what has been.
A birthday poem for my mom and me, first posted here in 2019. Looking back and ahead, I’m still astonished – and hope our journey together continues for many more years.
Lynne Burnett 
Happy birthday….let no time waste…
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I love this.
I was born at 6pm, 6 hours before my mother’s birthday. I was her first, and she said it was birthday gift enough that she didn’t have to deliver on her birthday but still got to hold me.
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That’s so neat, Ken – perfect scenario for your mom!
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What a special bond!
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It is indeed! Thanks!😘
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Welcome.
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