My mother sees me as a bright, beautiful girl.
Who's all grown up in this busy world.
Who's funny, courageous, brave, and strong.
Who's intelligent and knows right from wrong.
Who makes decisions on her own.
Who knows how to clean a dirty home.
In this hectic world, I stand tall.
And keep my composure through it all.
But once I was a little girl.
Who was small and dependent in this busy world
So how did I become the woman I call me?
I was cared for, loved, and raised properly.
I had a wonderful model to look up to.
(Even though I never tried her kung fu)
I was taught to reach for the stars.
And be proud of everything you are.
So now I'm reaching my goals and dreams.
And I have you to thank for everything.
I love you, Mom!
Thank You, Mom!
As we grew older, through her eyes we learn what wisdom is all about. She herself had attained wisdom and became knowledgeable enough to deter her undisciplined children back on the road to...
Through My Mother's Eyes
Published by Family Friend Poems May 2006 with permission of the Author.
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