She was the first face I saw.
I fell in love
But didn’t know it.
Those hazel eyes gazing down at me
Soothing my abrupt entrance
Into a much colder world
Than the one I had existed in
For months.
I quickly came to realize
That she was my world.
Her beloved countenance
Changing over the years
But always
Full of love
Full of pride.
She has been
My teacher
My cheerleader
My taskmaster
My confidante.
Providing an example
Of what to strive for
Being supportive of the choices I made
Even ones that she knew would hurt me
Assuring me
That kindness doesn’t make one weak
And always making it clear
That the world was my oyster
That I alone could make my world
What I wished it to be.
I have been so lucky
To have had such a wonderful person
To guide my days
To know unconditional love and acceptance.
Recently I was reminded of a song
That was always hers and mine.
My mother
My friend.
You and me against the world.
A mother’s love
A sacred thing.
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*I’ve posted this multiple times but on this day, the birthday of the most amazing and loving person that I know, I felt it fitting. Happy 90th birthday Mom.
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