I look in the mirror and think to myself this woman looks familiar,I look again and I see ,her reflection in me,
She is imperfectly perfect
Which gives me space to accept my own imperfections

She is sensitive ,she is sweet ,but has her own mental cobs

She is impatient and anxious
But has all the love in the world to give out…

She did her best,she ever could
I grow up and learn ,my mom did her best

She is getting  tired
I want her to grow
So what if she is old
She still can glow

I thank her for everything
And want her to know
We will be fine by ourselves
She can let us just flow

Why wait for her birthday
Or mother’s day to go
I love my mother
But she will always love me more