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Monday, January 21, 2008

Me

When I was small, love was what she gave me
Love was something that came and never went
No matter what I did, she would always love me
Nights of popcorn and movies
Kisses and hugs, all kinds of love


I got a little older and I started to grow
Harder and without heed
Her love would never leave me, but I would run from it
Love became a broken heart
In a young girl grateful for the lesson
Aching from the breaking


I grew further along the path of myself
As far as I could get to being me
Where would I end up
Love became a sort of carefree thing
Love all, forget the rest


People came, people went
I stayed with me
Not much else to do
Just live


He came along and wanted me
He walked up with a heart in his eyes
The same broken light in my own
Together we became whole
So much love
To have
To learn
To give

We had a baby girl
Who knew the love I could have inside
Like my heart was outside of me
Love was a new place

We have grown together
We have cried together
We have loved together
Love is a great place


Now I have been a mom for awhile
I look in the mirror
I see her there
For all she has given me
The love that never left and kept me through the years
I am a compilation of years of women
Generations moved by love
I am her
I am her mother
I am more than me

I understand her now
I am her now
I love her more than ever
Love is something I have
learned
wanted
received
given


She can never leave me
Nothing can ever part us
We are the same

She is the love I have to give
The love that lives here
The love that grows

She is the arms I have to hold
My own heart and Hers
My little girl asleep

She is the eyes I use to see
The love, the life, the world
What I have, who I am

She never knew what she had to give
She is my mother
She is my sister
She is my daughter
She is me
Happily

1 comments:

Marfa said...

Wow....you explained it so well. My parents gave me so much love, but I rebelled. Then, married, became a mom and NOW understand the love of my parents, because I am a parent.

I'm looking forward to the needlework swap. I'm making mug cozies!