Mothers Time Machine

She lays you down in bed As you start to fall asleep She stares at your face While you start to dream She rubs your head In the motion of a stream, As you finally dose She looks at your eyes You are now on an adventure Searching in the skies. The woman I speak of Is also called mom She makes sure you are happy From dusk until dawn She never gets mad Over a mess of your toys She doesn’t overact When you make a lot of noise The clock spins around As time passes by This young baby girl Is now in Junior High, More independent she stands At this time in her life She is starting to figure out What’s wrong and what’s right Although this is true Her mother is still there To comfort her in need And stroke at her hair The clock jumps again To when the girl is eighteen By this time in life It is the world she has seen Starting to pay bills And live a bit free Her mom is still there Standing a bit back But showing she still cares, A few months pass While the girl must engage Not meaning a wedding But walking a stage This young adult Is going to finish cool As she grabs her diploma And graduates high school She feels so happy To hold it in her hand But way deep inside This girl cannot hide She know she would not be here Without her mom by her side She runs up to hug her While down fall the tears The clock has now skipped A few more years This girl is now twenty Almost twenty-one By the time her mom reads this School will be done The girls name is Brandi I’m not talking about wine The great name above Is actually mine My mom is my power She keeps my head strong She backs me up Even when I’m in the wrong Her name is Cindy But I call her mom This poem is for her Because she is the bomb The Poem was written by, Brandi Nichole Hodgson