My mother

Comfort and guidance, my mom, oh my mother, No one in my mind has been seen above her.

So often I took the routes not to be sailed, And you towed me to port, and back out the times that I've failed.

This voyage I embarked could not have been so - If not for her heart and her beautiful soul.

Rebellious maverick, I chose not to conform, But could never have done so without her help through the storm.

Impetuous, stubborn, headstrong, and adrift, Ignoring the guidance sent by you to uplift.

Still sailing heedless, blind eye to your light Shining from your beacon, giving me foresight.

You've given my saga more meaning and flair, Preserving that spark most lose when life gets unfair. Helped me to pass spots I shouldn't have been, And did not harass of my choices and sins.

Some have said "you pampered," "harder you should've been,' as you taught me how strong one can be goes unseen.

By shining on brighter, to give others guide, And sharing, being generous, with the love I hold inside.