My Everything
The one thing I can’t live without,
The love of my life
The one who loves me without a doubt
She carried me for nine months, proud
Even when doctors said I wouldn’t make it
She never gave up and birthed me and I came into this world screaming and loud
If I were stranded on an island with a choice of one thing
My mother, my world, would be my first pick
Choosing her is choosing everything I could ever think to bring
If it weren’t for her, there would be no me
Simply perfect in my eyes, she can do no wrong
She’s my mother and as Maya Angelou said, she’s a woman, phenomenally.
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