To my mother

She was the light I saw

When I first opened my eyes.

 

She was the one who took me

In her arms

And taught me how to live

And how to love

And how to die.

 

She’s the one who gave me comfort

When I cried for the first time;

The one who dried my tears

When I felt alone at night.

 

She’s the only one who has seen me–

Her eyes as bright and clear

As the greatest shining star–

And loved me for who I truly am.

 

Her touch, gentle and feminine,

Opened the gates to my heart

And saw what was hidden inside.

 

She is my only one true love,

The one for who I would die.

And in honor of her heart

I’ll always keep her in mine.

 

 

I decided to post this today in honor of International Women’s Day. Enjoy!

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