A Poem for Mother’s Day

She Who Made Me

She held my life
In her gentle arms;
The joyful unknown
Of endless possibilities.

Carrying the scars
That she bore to bring me here,
These lines that furrow her brows
From the days
She helped me carry my sorrows.

She holds the patience
I wish I could grasp,
Seeing the good in everyone,
Never letting the lemoned days
Turn her smile sour.

She taught me what it is to be a woman;
To hold my head up high,
Remembering my worth
And what it means to love myself.

She did the best
With what she was given,
To make sure I knew
That I was loved;
Even if I didn’t realize
Just how much.


Image via We Are the Rhoads for Darling Issue No. 16.

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