I am because she is

A woman of liberty and strength

She is cloaked in independence and ambition

Her beauty is beyond  reasonable expectation

I call her mother and I’m her creation

 

She taught me courage but pushed me hard

Disciplined beyond measure from a soldier on guard

Without a soul mate, solely dedicating years to us

It made her hard, a lost love made her loathe manhood

Somehow blossoming without a father I understood

 

She reminds me that love makes you soft and infallible

But also weak, demure and can bring you to tears

Tears, one of her most hated fears

Affection came nil, yet I flourished with more love than I could bare

In turn I am now a beautiful strong woman and now unto her I share

All that I have become, unconditional joy and affection returned

For a woman of hardship, it’s all that she has earned

 

Mama please say aloud

That I have made you proud

And lived up to your expectation

For I call you mother and I am proud to be your creation

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[H]

I like this poem, you obviously have a lot of praise for your mother (so do I) your poem really spoke to me :)

[Lola_Bee]

Hi Holly, thank you. yes i do, although she was hardcore as she is in the military. i hope to read this to her one day