Tour Day 940: Mom

She was with us always 

Before we were, she awaited

Surrounding us with love 

Dreaming of our life together. 

❤️

She was there when 

Smiles of recognition arrived

Our first words were formed 

Tentative steps became falls. 

❤️

Tying shoes, combing hair 

Mending our boo boos 

Soothing our broken hearts 

Watching her every move. 

❤️

It is not until decades later

Do we appreciate her fully 

After we too experience love 

Unconditional and true. 

❤️

We see how rare her love 

How fierce her loyalty

How devoted her care

This is who she has always been. 

❤️

Precious. Present. Powerful. 

We owe all we are to her.  

Let me strive to reflect her light. 

By birth or choice, she is always

Mom.