A Poem For My Mom

A Poem For My Mom

When I was a baby, she held me in her arms.
She was my favorite person, she was so soft and warm.

And when I started walking, she left me to explore.
As Mom she still was learning, but I never wanted more.

When I got still older, she tired to keep me safe from harm.
She made me feel secure, when our house became a storm.

And when I was a child, I knew my Mom was best.
She taught me strength and courage, but still I must confess.

That I was quite destructive, and broke a thing or two
I spilled milk on the table, and tore my brand new shoes.

I was a little spoiled, by Grandma's without rules.
Mom could have become jealous, but if she was I never knew.

But when I was a teen, I forgot my Mom was best.
I noticed things weren't perfect, she'd never pass my test.

I wondered when she'd notice, the things that I went through.
Does she even love me? How could she be so cruel?

I was so defiant, dependent on myself.
Not knowing she was there for me, if I ever needed help.

When older I remembered, that Mom was always there.
Was it too late to realize, she never stopped to care?

When I was out of her home, with problems of my own.
Mom was there beside me, when I was all alone.

Still older, independent, as she taught me to be.
I forget again the best Mom, how come I didn't see?

Now my kids are older, and I can't pass their tests.
How did my Mom do it, I could never guess.

But then my Mom was teaching, with lessons that still last.
Guesses are not needed, when you have examples from your past.

Things may not be easy, Mom's shed a tear or two.
But Mom always remember, your kids, they love you too.