Poem -
Cracks
I grew up not stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk, because I love my mom that much.
Laugh all you want but I truly believed, that crack could break my
moms back.
As I grew older I realized that it was all a lie.
How could a crack do so much damage, it couldn't, it wouldn't.
I felt so gullible when I realized it was all a lie.
I'm older now and still step over the cracks as I walk by.
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Hello Kevin...
I used to jump over the cracks when I was young...
I still do and my mother died 12 years ago...
I don't know if it's a coincidence or a lie to this day...
I believed it to the point...
One day I stepped on a Crack by accident...
Years later she was diagnosed with a herniated disc and no one knew how it happened...
She fell in 1993 on the way to my Grandmother's funeral and I thought that could have done it...
But, no one could be certain because she didn't complain that her back hurt until years later...
She was a mystery...
Great write!
Thank you for sharing...
Hugs...
sparrowsong