I Heart Mom

Photo by Mary Duvall (AKA Mom)

Once and great while I get the urge to put together a poem or two. They are what they are. I like them because they are my own little stories. Short captions of what matters to me and that is really the point isn't it?

 Well,... I heart my mom. We have be through one hell of a  ride together. But there it is. Down the rocky road paved with good intentions and I wouldn't want anyone else to help see me through.




I live, because she has lived.

I breath, because she has given me breath.

I laugh, because she has shown me joy.

I sing, because she has built for me a stage.

I fall, because her cradle is a safe place to land.

I climb, because she has laid a ladder before me.

I go forth, because she knows when to push me.

I run, because she knows when to let go of me.

I fly, because her spirit has filled me.

I love, because she has loved me.

I am, because she is.

I live, because she has lived.