The best parts of you,
are what make me, me.
My smile, my hair,
my personality.
You grew me inside you,
and nurtured me slow,
smiling when I kicked,
and helping me grow.
How could I not love you?
Without you, there’s no me.
I could never imagine,
life without you, you see?
Every fall, every scrape,
every skinned knee.
You made such a big deal,
at every injury.
I know it’s not easy,
and I can be a brat,
but when I really need you,
you’re there to hold me so fast.
You’re the diplomat, the cook,
you’re the washer and nurse.
You can be a bit crazy,
but you held me first.
Now I am older,
and understand the truth.
There is no handbook,
that shows you what to do.
You winged it mom,
always questioning things,
but you never stopped trying,
and never stopped giving.
I love you for that,
for the unhindered love.
For the meals, and the talks,
and for the endless hugs.
I will always love you,
because you’re the best parts of me.
You’re a fighter, a wonder,
you’re what I wish to be.
Happy Mother’s Day
