Mama...A Tribute to Mary

MAMA

Even when I deny being like her
Sometimes I admire being like her
Eyes like her. Sized like her
Some say I even smile like her

She's always been there for me
Even when I didn't want her to be, she was looking out for me.
Structured me and nurtured me
She was curt to me even when it hurt her to be.
But she did it all. And it was all done for me.
Not to discourage me, but to encourage me
So that I could be the best me that I could be.

I've had my moments with her
Said some things that I shouldn't to her
Sometimes felt like I didn't deserve her
But I'd never disguise the fact that I love her.

What would I do without her?
Advising me. She's so wise to me.
Who would I be without her?
Taking care of me, and just being there for me.

She was who I am
And I am who she was
She accepts me with all of my faults
And I respect her, despite hers.

Who is this woman?
Why do I praise this woman?
Standing in the mirror, looking at myself
Why does my gaze reflect this woman's?

For you, her name is Deloise, Brenda, Annette, Dollie, Margaret, Lucille
But for me she goes by the name of Mary
In another language she would be, ma mere, mi madre, mi mama, or just mother
She's YaYa She's Grandma. But for me she's just Mommy.