For my Mom

When I was but a wee one
at the dawn of life
your face was what I searched for
in times of pain and strife.

When I was just a small child
about to cross the street
your hands pulled me to safety
and never missed a beat.

When I was a young woman
and very nearly grown
your words were what helped me
make decisions of my own.

And then that moment came
holding mine, so small and new
that I looked up into your eyes

and for the first time, I saw you.

This was the little poem I wrote for a contest at the Clearplay blog. Didn't win, but I kinda liked it anyway. I guess poems are my thing of late.

By the way, you still there? Let me know if you are.