It has always been her
I was moulded by her thoughts
And started life
dreaming through her eyes
How impressionable a mind
was mine like every child's
She showed me stars and
the promises of Christmas night
she taught me that there was
something good and something not so
saw her love towards life
Her appreciation of art
Her generosity and kindness of heart
How considerate a human can be
How just a woman can be
Yet I saw the other side of her too
How she struggled with her life
How she fought a futile strife
For a woman of her strength
Yet to be but subservient
For so far a woman shall rise
On my impressionable mind
It has always been her
Whether for better
Whether for worse
My beloved and most
Dearest mother
Written for Poets and Storytellers United Friday Writings #116:Lasting Impressions
