This poem is about growing up, moving away from home, but still feeling connected to all those childhood memories and feelings. That even though you may be worlds apart from home and following your own dreams, home will be in your heart.
For every girl in this world.
With my daughter far away at college this year, I have developed a new, a more deeper understanding of Mother's Day. I took for granted that Sarah would always be around for our special day together, now I realize those days are not as guaranteed as they once were. Yes, I know my September Blog was about her having to fly, I guess my brain understands the concept but I need to keep reminding my heart. Anyway, this Blog is what, I believe, every Mom wants for their children; the absolute best life imaginable.
MY MOTHER’S DAUGHTER
Tomorrow I shall miss you but I know you have to go.
I wrote this list today because my heart wants you to know.
You kept my spirit warm and safe throughout my younger days.
I learned from you what’s right and wrong, which helped me find my way.
I grew up never knowing how hard of a life you had.
You tried to stay strong for me even when your times were bad.
I am sorry you had to struggle and feel all alone.
Every house we moved into you made it seem like home.
We had some bitter moments as every family does.
This friendship we share now is much more special than it was.
Where ever I am in this world I always feel your love.
Wishing the very best for me is what you're dreaming of.
The truth that our day must end seems highly unfair to me.
I promise to be holding your hand long after you leave.
All the beauty shown in front of me reminds me of you.
Your heart is in my heart as it continues to hold true.
For now the twilight skies above have promised to stay bright.
Long enough to say thank you, Mom, before we say goodnight.
I see our time running short as the sun touches the water.
Whatever tomorrow brings, I am my Mother’s daughter.
Betty Jane Johanson, February 17, 1936-December 13,2016
Miss you Mom
Any one who knows me knows that my daughter is my everything. She is away at college learning amazing and wonderful things. I miss her, of course, but I know she is where she is supposed to be, and doing things she is supposed to be doing. I wrote this poem when she was twelve and I knew that some day my tomorrow would come. Change is inevitable, and even though it may not be welcome at the time, we must accept it and keep going. We all start new chapters in our lives, but what ever path is chosen, where ever our dream takes us, love keeps us together.