Thanks, Mom!

All that I am,
all that I do,
every ounce of me
I owe to my Mom.
I didn't realize how often
or intently I watched her.
But I absorbed her.
I filtered things from time to time,
but I am very much a mini her.
I can't sit still.
I enjoy my music.
I don't follow my passions,
I hunt them down.
Family is my everything.
I rise. I fall. I rise again.
I fight.
I refuse to fail.
I speak up and speak out.
I listen, learn, and try new things.
I love with all that I am.
It's not always easy,
but I wouldn't want to be anything
but what you've molded me to be.
Thanks, Mom!