Mom--

When I was small you held my hand

and dragged me wherever you went.

You brushed my hair,

put shoes on my feet,

and showed me the way.

As a child you provided me with the whole world,

showing me bits and pieces of it

along the way.

I grew up and became angry at the things

you didn't let me do.

Knowing your choices were what's best for me

but remaining strong and stubborn

against each and every, "No."

The way you taught me strength

finding its way back against you.

Older and older I grew and began to see you

in your different forms,

the woman that is so much more than just Mom.

A patient and kind soul,

I realized you are composed of so much

experience and want to know it all.

I want to be wrapped around you forever

in a tight embrace, protecting you from everything.

The same as you have done for me.

I owe you a lifetime,

even more than the one I have given you.

And am so lucky to be compared to you

and follow behind you

as you drag me through life

by my once little hand.