Momma

It's been a long time,
In fact too long.
Since I've seen mine,
My very own Mom.

You see, she's my best friend,
And always was.
As my adult life had to lend,
We had had a pause.

Many many years have past,
Since we last seen each other.
Plenty heart felt tears were cast,
As I had always missed my mother.

Regardless of why,
Life has its way.
Just hope she wont cry,
When I show up that day.

She taught me how to care,
Showed me lots of things.
How not to fear,
And what true love brings.

My guardian, my savior,
The list goes on.
For nothing would I trade her,
She is my Mom.

Good times, bad times,
Genetically connected.
Regardless of those ties,
She is always respected.

The past is the past,
What's done is done.
Am prouder than ever....
To be her son,

~ Brijaal Dana