Happy Mother's Day

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Before I was myself you made me, me

With love and patience, discipline and tears,

Then bit by bit stepped back to set me free,

 

Allowing me to sail upon my sea,

Though well within the headlands of your fears.

Before I was myself you made me, me

 

With dreams enough of what I was to be

And hopes that would be sculpted by the years,

Then bit by bit stepped back to set me free,

 

Relinquishing your powers gradually

To let me shape myself among my peers.

Before I was myself you made me, me,

 

And being good and wise, you gracefully

As dancers when the last sweet cadence nears

Bit by bit stepped back to set me free.

 

For love inspires learning naturally:

The mind assents to what the heart reveres.

And so it was through love you made me, me

By slowly stepping back to set me free.

 

* this is my first Mother's Day without my mother. This is for her, and for all of the other mother's here at STF. I don't think any of you realize how much you mean to your kids. God bless.

And no, I didn't pen this poem. I'm not that talented.

Edited May 13, 2006 by APW