Mother

When you look at me there are times I instantly want to cry.

Not because I feel that I am to be reprimanded or have some sort of guilt.

But that I feel the path we have lived together.

That I know that our bond in this life goes beyond living itself.

First meeting that October morning, where our physical presence was finally together.

That I cannot live without holding your hand.

That all that could ever fully comfort me is your laughter.

I cold not even begin to fathom where our life is to lead next.

I really don't even want to say or think about it.

All I know is that right now I delight in see you laugh with my daughters and see how they also call you Mother.

Your strength a gift that has continued to flow through.

I praise the presence that gives you life and I am forever indebted to this world for the honor of being your daughter.

May the rest of my days be close to you my dear sweet Mother.