My Mother

My Mother

She stands before me a woman
So confident and tall
College educated
Awards adorn her wall
I watched her grow before my eyes
To who she is today
She’s worn so many faces
But this one’s here to stay
She left an abusive marriage
To raise her kids alone
Frightened, scared, low self-esteem
Was all she’d ever known
She turned her insecurities
Into power to strive
Alone with four children
This woman would survive
The next phase of her life began
She met somebody new
He loved her and her children
True love that’s known by few
She worked hard and went to college
And she earned her degree
How proud I am of her
This woman in front of me
She shares her story of violence
And the cross she had to bear
She says God’s plan for her
Is to help those still there
When her fingers touch a keyboard
And words fill up the screen
I can’t help but feel proud
But also a little “green”
Mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother
Titles she proudly wears
Wife, lover, and best friend
To the man with life she shares
She stands before me a woman
Beautiful, strong, and true
Pride overflows my heart
When, smiling, I say to you:
She’s my Mother