“For You, Mommy”

A poem about the gift of motherhood.

Proudly, I am presented with a gift,
A priceless work of art
Received with due appreciation.
Most will see random colors,
Scribbles, and nothing more.
But I see beauty and imagination,
Unencumbered and unique,
Like a leaf changing color in autumn.
Indeed, this image could be anything,
A flower, a car, perhaps even Mommy –
The artist cannot settle on just one subject,
And I smile to see he has used every color,
Attempted shapes, and even added a fingerprint-
His signature.
Enthusiastically, he places his masterpiece in my hands,
Exclaims, “For you, Mommy,” and
I wish I could show this to my younger self, because now
I finally know what makes my life worth living.