She is...

She is...

She is strong.

Stronger than anyone I have ever known.

She is cigarettes and coffee..and hairspray.

She is beauty...

She is Chanel No. 5.

She is young

She is old...

Mistakes..and triumphs..

She is children and family.

She is a sister

and a daughter.

She is laughter..

my God she is laughter..

She loves me and my

two children.

She is safe.

Blocking out the world..

from all of my mistakes.

Accepting me

as I am

Loving me

regardless.

She is late night..

early morning calls..

of help and advice.

Acceptance.

No matter what.

She is Christmas.

She loves my children

probably more than she loves me...

And I love that.

She is quilts...and sewing

She is strength.

She endures.

She stands up for me ..

when no one else does.

She is unconditional.

She is a beautiful young woman...

a mother

going through life..

and here we are..

She is a grandmother...

She is strength

and endurance

And when I look

in the

mirror

I see

a little

bit of

her..

And I understand

As a mother

As a sister

As a daughter..

I now understand the struggle.

I am proud.

I understand.

I am her daughter.

She is...

My Mother.