Mom--
When I was small you held my hand
and dragged me wherever you went.
You brushed my hair,
put shoes on my feet,
and showed me the way.
As a child you provided me with the whole world,
showing me bits and pieces of it
along the way.
I grew up and became angry at the things
you didn't let me do.
Knowing your choices were what's best for me
but remaining strong and stubborn
against each and every, "No."
The way you taught me strength
finding its way back against you.
Older and older I grew and began to see you
in your different forms,
the woman that is so much more than just Mom.
A patient and kind soul,
I realized you are composed of so much
experience and want to know it all.
I want to be wrapped around you forever
in a tight embrace, protecting you from everything.
The same as you have done for me.
I owe you a lifetime,
even more than the one I have given you.
And am so lucky to be compared to you
and follow behind you
as you drag me through life
by my once little hand.
