Mother

I remember the day I took my first step

You looked at me with teary eyes

You covered your mouth with your hand

And rushed to me, to hug me tight.

I remember the day I mouthed my first word

And how overjoyed you were to hear it

You kept looking at me expectantly

To hear it again and again.

I remember the day I opened a book

And held it upside down sitting beside my brother

You sat beside me and looked as I babbled

My own imaginary words.

And now, when years have gone by, I realize

You knew I would make pathways

And speak words that would flow

I would go that extra-mile that would again bring tears

And you would be proud of your daughter.

But still, I know it’s not about me

It’s all about you, mother

I am what you have made me

Your blessings are all I have

And all I can do is to make you proud

Of  your daughter.