On a busy road in a buzzing city
I held mom's hand tightly,
to help her old frail self cross the road safely.
Unexpectedly midway my hand froze
and my mind hazed out.
I became a little girl ,several years ago,
holding on to mom,
clutching her firm hand with my little fingers,
scared of the city traffic.
The next instant
my little girl became me ,
telling my old ears not to worry,
and hold on to her confident hand tightly,
as we cross a busy road in a buzzing city.
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