She gave me life,

She never let me know how insane I was,

Or made me grow mean instead of up,

She still takes me to the dentist,

And lets me get teddy bears to hold and cuddle,

She laughs with me, 

and loves my friends,

bears with my animals,

She talks and cries with

And rarely yells

(Good Momma’s do yell from time to time, you know)

But Most of all because my Momma

My Momma knows how to let me fall

and pick myself up

lets me make my mistakes

And never stays I told you so

with more than a glance

She knows that letting go

doesn’t mean stepping aside

but walking next to me