Mother, Grandmother, Guide and Friend
As a child, I didn't understand,
The love that fills my mother’s hand.
In a childhood world,
Everything is carefree,
Your eyes are wide open,
Yet you do not see.
In a motherhood world,
Things can get pretty insane,
Every day comes with joy and pain.
Teaching your child new things,
Dreaming of what tomorrow brings.
Leaving days of pig tales and nursery rhymes,
Loosing Seconds and minutes of these precious times.
Now, with children of my own,
Mother, your feelings are not alone.
Only now do I understand,
Feeling helpless to times demand.
Mother, I just didn't realize,
How I looked in your eyes.
33 years gone in a whirl,
Yet I know you still see your little girl.
I love you Mother.
More than you know.
I know it was hard letting me go.
My childhood life was wrapped up in you,
But my adult life holds something new.
Growing up so fast and free,
I felt your eyes always watching me,
I didn't have to worry,
Because I knew you'd be there.
Now my own children feel MY stare.
Never knowing that in my heart,
I feel the sadness awaiting their future depart.
For one day, I will have to say good bye,
Just as you did with my sisters and I.
But with this sadness, there is happiness too,
For they will always need me,
Just as I will always need you.
My childhood is over but my need for you will never end,
You are a Mother, Grandmother, Guide and Friend.
Copyright © Melissa Mercado | Year Posted 2013
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