You've been my biggest fan, my ever-glowing, shining light Showing me the way and how to do what's right There are those that wonder, and ask me where I get my strength I get my bravery from you, someone who would go to any length I am the man I am because you taught me how to be Without your love around, I do not think I could be me These words may seem small, and they don't say what I want well My gratefulness for you is something words could never tell I thought I would try to write at least a couple bars It is the least that I could do, for the woman made of stars Whose heart has traveled galaxies; whose soul has traversed dimensions I know that raising me was difficult, yet you always had the best intentions Though the evenings may turn dark, there is always light in the dawn No matter what happens, or where I may go, I am blessed to call you Mom You say you love me to the moon and back, and I love you to Mars Please consider this a birthday gift, to the woman made of stars
A poem for my mom on her birthday today. It's the first one after my dad's passing in April.