A poem about when did you first meet fear, comments?

[Ma]

do you remember when
you first learned of fear
I met it in my mother's eyes
I'd turn to look
what put it there
and saw it was always him
her eyes spoke with many
a different tongue
opened wide and blank
told one story
looking down and aside
told another
but when she looked
directly at me
her fear became my own
she was asking for help
from a child who stood
aware of her own
helplessness