My Mother

My mother kept a garden.

A garden of the heart,

She planted all the good things,

That gave my life's it's start.

She turned me to the sunshine,

And encouraged me to dream:

Fostering and nurturing

The seeds of self-esteem,

And when the winds and rains came,

She protected me enough:

But not too, much she knew I'd need

To stand up strong and tough.

Her constant good example,

Always taught me right from wrong

Markers for my pathway

To last my whole life long.

I am my mother's garden,

I am her legacy

And I hope today she feels the love,

Reflected back on me.