Look around your ankles

(Written when needled by my daughter's accusation that 'mama, you don't even have an opinion of your own!!)

As you stepped
So did I
I was not
ever
in doubt
about
following you
not only
blindly
but
dumbly.
Neither did I
see
where I
went
nor did I say
anything
I had silenced
my
senses
and taught
myself
to dream
your
dreams
think
your
thoughts
loyal
in all
ways
possible
you couldn't
even
see me
as you
stood
straight
and tall
for
I
resided
somewhere
around
your ankles
sitting
like a
patient
dog
waiting
for
scraps
of
attention