My mother has always supported me in whatever I wanted to do. When I was 13 and wanted to be a fashion designer, she bought me a sketchbook so that I could discover on m own that I was, frankly, quite awful at it. When I decided I wanted to job shadow a computer engineer, she made it happen. When I came back and said there was no way, because I didn’t want a mole with hairs sticking out of it on my face, she just nodded and smiled. I never knew what I wanted, but she stood by patiently as I tried to figure it out. Until my third year of college, I came back from my first poetry writing workshop and I called her, heart pounding on the phone: “Did you know that I can be a writer?” I could hear the apprehension. But never once did she say, “Are you sure?” or “Hells no, I’m not paying for that!” Even though that doesn’t mean that she did not complain on occasion, she never made me put down my pen in order to pursue things that were not my passion.
I am extremely proud to be my mother’s daughter. She will always my best friend. She is the most amazing woman I know and don’t know. She’s strong, resilient, graceful, loving, devoted, and a beautiful martyr, mother, friend, and person. She will always be the one person that I look up to, but will never reach.
“Story of a Good Mother”
This poem is only loosely based on my mother, as are a lot of my poems. I wrote this for her especially though, to show her that even the greatest of mothers can’t get it all right all of the time. And people (especially writers) need some drama in their lives to get by and feel special and different. So do not think that there is anything hurtful or painful in this poem. This poem is about a girl who loves her mother so very deeply and dearly, that she does everything in her power to become her and to simultaneously, never let her go.