She once said to me, “I hope I am what others need me to be to them.”

She is my earth.

I saw her when my eyes first opened to this world.

And finally now I realize the roots I have in her.

The roots she still, and will always let me plant within.

She is a feeling of trust and stability.

As a child, with angel hair and wild excitement,

I told her blue eyes everything.

And still do.

She gave me these feathered breaths.

With love to fill my lungs,

And her wisdom to swell my heart,

I can count on her to know what matters most of all.

She is my breath of this fragile life.

My warmth and my health and my shelter,

My haven when the night grows cold.

She is a place where I am always me.

Holding onto my roots,

She lets me grow as a wildflower.

With a love unconditional but not binding,

She lets me choose my own way.

She tells me the secrets of life,

Sharing this world with me.

Casting me into this beautiful depth of life,

To believe, to dream, to live, and to just be.

She has showed me the winds,

Gave me the wings to my imagination,

And with fearless grace, let me go.

To fly into the great wide open.

She is the only person in the whole world,

A whole lifetime,

Who can be these things to me.

Even her clothes feel different.

Only to touch her skirt or her sleeve,

I can feel the power, the mystery, the love…

Of my mother.

Mother’s Day will soon be here. See her. Think of her. Remember her.