I was sixteen and
you were the blonde, blue-eyed stranger
who washed my clothes,
made my breakfast,
drove me to school.
Many years later, I wake each morning
and see your face smiling back at me in my mirror.
You, who waited patiently until
I finally discovered
that you had always been there.
Now, when I see myself as a stranger
reflected in the eyes of my children,
I recognize the sacrifices that you made for me,
your beloved child
and I know who you are.
I feel your pride swelling near my heart,
your laughter in my voice,
your tears against my cheek.
and I take comfort in my discovery
that against all odds
I have become you. I know who you are.
You are my dear, dear mother, who turned away
all the glittering gifts the world has to offer,
so that you could pass on to me the greatest gift of all.
[This message has been edited by Romy (05-14-2002 07:55 AM).]