With one final tear, a life began,
A part of her was in a new brand.
With her love and care she gave,
A bond was created, never to grave.
Now the months have quickly gone by,
Her child wins her attention with a single cry.
As she turns for another glance,
She finds her child growing in chance.
Another day passes without a thought,
The first school clothes are surprisingly bought.
She gives her support with one of her great tales,
Then finds herself helping with the first cookie sale.
Before she knows how much time has gone by,
Her daughter's first formal is bought by a single smile.
Days turn to night and the tears are of comfort,
The first pep rally goes easily with all of her support.
The high school days suddenly arise,
Her nights are filled with worry because of these young guys.
Rebellion starts and conversation slows,
The relationship temporarily dies but always grows.
The wings of her daughter are stretching with slight regret,
Her loving, happy memories are beyond forget.
Although the separation is growing near,
She will never forget her final tear.


Happy Mother's Day, Mom. I miss you terribly and know you are within the words I write. I love you.