She was always there for me, <br />to wipe away my tears. <br />She's heard every plea, <br />witnessed all the years. <br /> <br />She's heard all the Drama, <br />Caught all the lies. <br />This lady is my Momma, <br />and I was born with her eyes. <br /> <br />I have her small feet, <br />and her feisty attitude. <br />Curves that aren't discreet, <br />I got those from her, too. <br /> <br />I have her tiny hands, <br />and fire in my eyes. <br />She gave me her brunnette strands, <br />and the passion inside. <br /> <br />I am my mothers spitting image, <br />her delicate genes reborn. <br />Picture perfect collages, <br />edges a little worn. <br /> <br />I am my mommy's daughter, <br />her first and foremost. <br />I was the first thing to matter, <br />from coast to cost.<br /><br />Angel Jordan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-mom-is-me-i-am-my-mom/
