Fated Existences

When you said

I had looked at you

With an intensity borne of yesteryear -

And with the utmost sincerity

Had asked such a thing,

I was left to wonder in the extreme.

Why would I – your adolescent child of five –

Look at you, the one who is my mother,

My elder, she who gave me breath,

And pointedly ask the question:

“Remember when you were the child

And I was the mother?”

Insanely nonsensical, was it not?

Still, I am left with the mysterious intrigue

Of other realms of possible existence,

Parallel planes of distant realities,

And forgotten or repeated lifetimes

Intermingled amongst us,

Much like floating butterflies,

Leading us along a path

Of inevitable fate and destiny.