Momma

Madeline Leon
Revellations
Published in
1 min readJun 26, 2018
Photo by Cristian Newman on Unsplash

This must be what Momma felt

When she held me in her arms

For the very first time.

I was there.

I was tangible.

I was hers.

I was her.

This must be what Momma feels

When she looks into my eyes

And sees her whole world staring back at her.

I am her creation.

I am her daughter.

I am her flesh and blood.

This is really how Momma feels

When I accomplish the smallest task

Or a high hurdle is hurdled.

She is prouder of me than I am of me.

She is overwhelmed with joy for me.

She is crying triumphant tears with me.

Is this really how Momma feels

As she observes me grow and grow

Into who she’d hope I’d be.

I am everything she hoped I’d be, I hope.

I am her everything, I hope.

I am her reflection, I know.

Now I know what Momma feels

As I morph into her role

And understand that what I am to her

Is what my artistry is to me.

I learn from Momma.

I respect Momma.

I am Momma.

I love Momma.

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