Mom's Song
(In honor of your 65th revolution of the sun)
A little girl,
Squirming in her chair,
While you patiently,
Tried to braid my hair.
Grade eight graduation,
I twirled in my pretty red dress,
While you snapped my picture,
Remembering when you held me to your breast.
Then as a young lady in college,
With you so far away,
I’d call you for support,
And you’d always show me the way.
Later in life,
A bride in a long white gown,
Once again it was “My Mommy”,
I wanted to be around.
I guess what I’m trying to say mom,
Is that of me you’ll always be a part,
The spirit of your beautiful soul,
Is what formed my beautiful heart.