It wasn't my mother..
Who laid the plan...
Taught the little things
To become the woman I am.
A grandmother raised me
Independent and strong
Taught me how to take the world on
But the sweetness wasn't there...
Children came and a parent I was
A mother, a father...
independent, strong... Filled with love.
Teaching all I could, giving all of me.
Then... My daughter found...
The woman in me
A beauty unlocked from a hidden place
A sweeter smile, a gentler way.
What life never showed me growing up,
A daughter unlocked with a little love.
Now a woman looks back,
From the reflection I see....
Sweet smells, pretty jewels,
these little things that add essence to me...
An independent woman,
Strong, and still... Filled with
Love.
@s.irfanaleem 10.30.2014