My Mama

Even as a teenager I loved her

Others would complain about their mom’s

But

I would talk and talk

On drives to

Rehearsal, practice, shopping

My sister looked in wonder

“How can you tell her that?”

She would ask

How could I not?

I would think

This kind woman with

A look and tone that could make me

Straighten up and find my way

Wanting nothing other 

Than an authentic smile on my face

And a compassionate heart within my chest

Today

My mother says it will be okay

As I stand at yet another crossroads

And somehow I believe her

Because regardless of what happens

I will have her

And them

And with her and them

There will be smiles

Laughter, 

Tears

And all the other things in between

And she has taught me that is far more

Than enough.