I am Her Child

I am only able to watch awed by her presence,
Her strength I cannot match,
Her stubbornness of a bull with its head down,
Banging down all who oppose her and only looking back,
When she's reached her goal.
Leaving a mess in her wake.

She gave me the world in my hands, the stars in my mind,
The wind at my back pushing me forward and on.
She offered me a piece of her own strength,
So that I may learn to stand.
She gave me the heart to love and a mind with which to think.
From her I learned honesty,
And all its brutal forms.

I am my mothers child.
A version of her she did not know she could create.
While stubborn, I will yield,
While honest, I try my best to be kind,
While strong, I am weak.

A mother is a mentor of which no one can compete.
And my mother just happens to practice what she preaches.
Of course she is not perfect,
She never let me believe she was.
In my heart, and my silent self, I tell her that she is.

I am my mothers child,
And I couldn't ask for more.