She Skips Me Now

Sometimes love takes a different turn.
It skips a step, but it still returns.
I can see myself at 7, in that exact same chair.
Mother's hands were guiding mine,
The way she's guiding hers.
I'm standing in the doorway, between what was and is.
This wasn't how I planned it, but maybe that's the gift.
I thought I'd be the one to pass it down,
But the circle found another way around.
Sometimes love takes a different turn.
It skips a step, but it still returns.
What I miss,