The pride in my chest about to burst,
As fluorescent pink and neon green,
Dance in front of me.
Center stage with the lights glaring,
I have given them what I always wanted.

Red lipstick and makeup,
Mixed with perspiration.
Big hugs as my proud tears fall.
So beautiful and so big,
I created this!

Sometimes a pushy mother,
An over involved mom,
Am I too much?
Are my standards too high?
Do I push too hard?
I always wonder about my faults.

Makeup is off.
We read a story before sleep.
“Thank you mommy,”
The almost teenager leans over and hugs me.
“I love you mama,”
The little one reaches up and kisses me.
“We don’t say it enough…”
“We live a wonderful life!”

Ohh, the proud tears roll again,
and I’m overwhelmed.
At least today I know,
I have done my best!

You clipped my wings
and I took the road less travelled,
because I thought my pain would seize.
At times unbearable!
I’d fall to my knees,
crying for answers,
but none came.

A little bundle wrapped in pink,
was my consolation.
Another painful delivery,
and second chance.
My saviors.

The wings grew back,
and strength returned.
Joyful days
of blissful motherhood.

I thank me for nothing.
Yet I’m proud of all I’ve achieved.
A broken child
grown into a protective dragon.
You can’t break me!

I may stumble,
even fall,
but I’ve outgrown the pain,
and now marvel!

I’ve made it,
and so much more to go!
I walk proud!
I wanted you to know.
My life is simply incredible!