you mean the world to me

My mother is extremely special to me and I love her more than words could explain.
She's protected me, listened to me, never judged me, or tried to choose for me. She's always been there right behind me. If I fell she would catch me and hold me. She wouldn't let go till I was sure I wanted to try it again. I can't remember a time when she wasn't there for me and I doubt I ever will.
My mother, my best friend, my angel, my world - it's her who sheds love, laughter, and endless happiness to my life.

my mother , my Angel
Right when I was bornthe lord sent me an angel.An angel to protect me,An angel to watch over and love me.I always sought advise from herall throughout the years.I depended on her every thought.And it was always herwho wiped away my tears.She taught me many things -"To always speak from the heart".She always showed she loved and cared,It her to always understand.

She never intentionally hurt me,and for thatshe has all my love.She's the angel -The angel sent from high above.She knows most of my secrets,right down to my first kiss.She knows my length of patienceand still she always forgives.All she has to do is look at me,and deep down within my soulshe'd seeIf I was hurt, scared, or happy.She knows all the sides to me.She was the one who carried me throughthose nine painful months.The one who made me the lady I amAnd the woman I'll become.God must have had a really good day,when he sent you here for me.Of all the angels in heaven,You were meant for me.

for my mother

When I was little and I criedYou lovingly held me, and let the last tear fall,When I would scrape my kneeYou'd bandage it up and say "be careful".When my birthday was horrible, you smiledAnd promised the next would be perfect.When I would lose my temper,You had a way to calm me down.When my friends left me behind,You gave me ice cream and said"they'll come around"When I had a nightmareYou'd tuck me in your bed andReassured me you'd never let harm find me.When my 7th grade crush liked another,You made me see it was his loss.When it was my sweet 16You threw me a party fit for a princess.And made it a day I would always remember.When the love of my life left me alone,So sweetly you said, "This too shall pass."When I broke your heart with disappointmentYou came to me and said, "I still love you".I know that you think that I forgot all this,And take all you sacrificed for granted,But that's just not true.At times I'm stubborn, as well as you,But never doubt for half a second thatI love you.Although I am growing up and someday soon,I'll have to bandage my own knee,You'll always be the bet mother.And I'll always be your little girl.

lies
Lies hurt morethan the truthwhy do I livein self pityand expect disappointmentmore then optimismor does enjoymentlead me to newworlds which I can notlive onthe air is gettingthin and I want tostay for some timetoo bad I can notlive in my dreams

I am

I am ...A womanWith a full heart, hiddenSomewhere in an empty room ...With eyes not quite of autumn's gold, and yetNeither all of summer's green;I wonder ...If love is a tale made for children --A granting of sweet dreams in their innocence --A honey-coating to help their throatsChoke down the bitter draught ...I hear ...A voice that whispers warnings, half-formed,Bodiless as hope, until I swear I cannot drawAnother breath unless this spectre be unmasked,His lies mangled ‘neath my righteous tread;I see ...A woman, proud, uncompromising,Diaphanous as air -- less, even, than the tearsThat fall in desolation about her weary feet,Salt poison pooled upon the withered ground ...I want ...A measure of quietude, a certain silence,The echo of alone which heals me of dreaming,The nothing that stills the wanting,The numb, the cold that laughs at pain;I amA woman,hidden ...I pretend ...That I can live forever -- that TimeHas no puissance but that which I afford Him --And so, I can wait, I can be happy tomorrow,Sleep is for the dead; but its ghosts haunt my waking ...I feel ...Too much -- too deeply to be directionless,Too real for imagining, and yet the familiar eyesHold nothing of recognition -- only my reflection --A meeting of shadows in sunlit glass;I touch ...The downy wings of hope, in wonder,In reverence, in need, in hunger;Alas, it burns my fingers as a flame,A sacrilege, self-defined ...I worry ...That I am alone; that in my longingI have forsaken all -- but oh, what reward,What smile divine should light the path to freedom --And how can I but heed the siren's call?I cry ...For having too much, for fear of bursting,And then, when by the pouring of my soulI lie, a vessel emptied, I cry againFor what was had, and lost;I amA woman,empty ... I understandThat life is what you make it,That sometimes, the coat of many colorsThat marks your triumphs brightly, blends onlyTo loneliest of grey ...I sayThat we are made by life, shaped,Broken, perhaps -- unmade and voided --But always, the core of us remains, waitingWith only faith, with trust, to be reborn;I dreamOf bluest waters, reachingWith unnatural hands toward the faded sky,Of dolphins that wander in seas without limits,Carrying me water-breathing past corals and clouds ...I try ...To lead by example, knowingThat merely the telling holds no power;A gift of giving is merely a day, whileA gift of knowing spans forever;I hope ...That my darkness holds you gently,That pain is halved by sharing, that feelingWields nothing past the words it summons,Except that it touch you with only healing ...
I am only A woman.