Her voice, a song, both fierce and sweet, a steady rhythm, my heart’s own beat.
She held my hand, she kept me near. She taught me life, so there was nothing I’d fear.
She wove her love through tender threads, soft words, warm hugs, and goodnight spreads.
She wove that love through stories told, of princesses and heroes bold.
She watched me learn, she watched me win, at the life lessons she had taught me then.
She watched me learn, she watched me fall. She caught me when I lost it all.
She knows so much, it’s all just there, sitting in my mothers stare.
Her wisdom wrapped in knowing sighs, in knowing looks and in her eyes.
As time goes on, the mirror shows her face, reflected back from her loving embrace.
It’s then I know that I am she. Her little habits, reflect in me.
Her laughter echoes in my tone Her lessons now become my own.
And though the years may pull us apart, she lives forever within my heart.
