For my mother.

You who
carried me in your womb,
held me at your breast
with care and tenderness;

Whose love I have
orbited like the moon
to the earth -

Whose eyes met mine first,
with fresh and thristy delight -
Who knows my face and inner thoughts
better than anyone (as well as her own)

How do I sing
sing strong
sing shrill,
praises enough?

That though you have
always know whats best
you have let me discover,
for myself,
the world -

And gently taught me
to stand on my own two feet -
in trust and faith
that He who loves us best would guide me
steadfast through the dark.