Ode to Mom
My inspiration,
sense of dedication.
My drive
and the way that I Strive,
All came from a woman
heart soft like a cushion
Always playing a confident Stride.
She gave up herself
put her goals on the shelf
So we could more than Survive.
Never in a hurry,
she kept me from worry
No matter what it took to Subside.
I owe her my life
she paid every price
Independent of regret or Strife.
Her inspiration,
sense of dedication
Her drive
and the ways she Strives,
Made me
This poem is about:
My family