Here is a memory from 14 years ago
I was sheltering meself from
Mommy's 3 o'clock shadow
Peeping through her long floral skirt
It smelled of flowers too
I pursed my lips and gave her a pout
"Hush now, little girl...everything's okay"
I doubt
as her 3 o'clock shadow
continues to tick-tock
4 then 5
tick-tock
then it striked 6
I followed her shoes
as it steps on crunching
autumn leaves

I am no longer shaded
by her long silhouette