When I’m on the sidewalk and look down at my feet,
Ordinary people see trash and concrete.
I see the feet of others walk by me.
I see the feet of my mother walking right beside me.
Her feet walking left, then right.
I remember those New Balance sneakers, size 6 and a half—am I right?
Her jeans the perfect length, just touching her ankles
So perfect, so beautiful, so beautiful.
So if I see her crystal clear,
I see her right there, right here!
Next to me, holding my hand
This feeling, this wonderful feeling, so grand
Wait, was she here just now and gone just then?
Where did she go?
Walked right through thin air?
Is this possible? No, stop, don’t go! You can’t!
I swear, I’m not crazy, she was really there!
Just a second ago, I swear.