This poem is dedicated to my mother, and all the mothers out there that show their love for us by just being there. In this thing called life, we just need love to grow.
My family was not the type to say “I love you” to each other, but in the end, those are just words. Love was expressed through actions and often, through just a glance. Just writing my poem is making me cry, because I know that no matter how old I am – I will always be my mother’s baby. Actually, my husband saw me and asked me why my face was all red. I told him I was crying. This is such a personal piece for me.
I can feel from the way that she looks at me,
that she loves me more than words can express.
She is always there when I need her.
A shoulder to cry on.
A body ready for a hug.
Someone to run to.
When I get angry at her and try to hurt her with my words,
she weeps to herself.
She is strong and giving,
and does not give up on me,
even when I try to push her away.
Mom, you are everything to me.
Even if your words sometimes drive me nuts.
I cherish our every moment together,
And know that I will always be your daughter.