My Mother

In my creator's heart she said a prayer
She lifted her mind as her soul unfolded
A predestined mother, like yours
A hero, a lover, a bearer of life.

The power of a woman
A person who is granted the choice
To bring new life to the Earth
Or to not add to the chaos.

Someone who will always be
Older, wiser, stronger
A moral compass for a weary child
An example of a path of kindness.

My mother, the carrier of burdens
For children who may lose direction
An assistant to lives she has granted
An angel and a guide.

My creator,
Someone willing to love unconditionally
Her decision was made
As she cradled a soft bundle of possibilities.

My mother, the one who never gave up
Who gave me a name
A story, a place, a mind
Half of my heart goes to my mother.

The rest she lets me keep
She says give it to the world
Be the change, be the light
All this, my mother gave me.

In days when I was alone
She was comforting
In days when I was distant
She was tender.

In her tears she gave me an apology
In her love she demonstrated forgiveness
In her laugh she showed me happiness
In her words she taught me manners.

All this and much more
Came from a woman with a choice
To bring a life, a mind, a heart,
A feasible reality to enjoy alongside her.

All of me at all,
Where my mind can reach depths of knowledge,
Where my soul can believe in compassion,
I am able because of my mother.

1/22/2013-1/27/2013
~ B