I came into this world,
As a gleam in my fathers eyes,
And a dream in my mothers heart,
Surprising semi wanted little girl,
I came into life,
Even as theirs drifted apart.

As for my pop,
There's not much to say,
Must have been one hell of a scare he got,
Because at that moment he just turned and walked away,
I guess it's a decision he never grew to regret,
It's also a decision i haven't been able to foget.

Now my mom, there's a real winner,
Always denying her many faults,
Preaching at me even though she's the ultimate sinner,
She doesn't give the phrase "pot calling the kettle black" very much thought.

She wasn't always this way you know,
She was loving and caring,
She was so beautiful so long ago,
She had a heart that was giving and all about sharing.

I made up my mind when i was a child,
I wouldn't be like either of them,
I decided that even when i was young and wild,
I love my parents but for me following in their footsteps would be the unforgivable sin.

My granny stepped up to the plate,
She convinced my mom that i belonged with her,
She said i had a life to make,
That i couldn't do it at moms and wouldn't be deterred.

My mom and i are friends now that i'm older,
We don't agree on everything,
Every now and then i catch myself preparing to scold her,
I have to remind myself that she's not as bad as she sometimes seems.

I've spent all my adult life,
Trying to improve on myself,
Being a good mom and wife,
Putting my wants and needs after everyone else.

Now thanks to all the different influences i've had,
I could have been much worse,
I'm not all that bad,
I always put my family first.


Kayla M. Brown