My Grandma's Daughter

She wakes is the morning to see the sun rise nurturing flowers is how she passes her day Mothering is just her way It is a space so wide and small when you hear your mother call Your name and life she gave you and your thanks is more then due Passion free from form And heart not of norm A kind gentle way That grows greater with each passing day I hope to measure up Although i know i could not fail her It is her praise I seek With each and every week The days and weeks turn into years And its still her that takes away all my fears In only a minute I can be brought to tears At the thought of life without my grandma's daughter