These Memories
I hold on to these crayon filled memories
waking up to pancakes on sunday mornings
Oh the memories how they're bitter sweet
but nothing will outshine my future to come.
I see your smile and hear your voice through out the day
"Do the best you can and try your hardest."
Is something you'd always say.
"I'm so proud of you" I can't wait to hear
When I reach over for my diploma
with a cap, gown, and a smile stretching from ear to ear.
Mom I will always look to you in my time of need
my times of desperation, the times I will plead
There will be many times I will look to you for help
but there will come a day where I will share my wealth.
My wealth of knowledge, happiness, and more.
I have so much that I could truly thank you for.
Your constant reassurance when I am feeling low.
telling me that I look okay when both of us know I don't.
You told me I was smart, athletic, and capable of so much.
When I had a million people telling me I had no such luck.
I just wanted to say I appreciate everything you do
everything you've done, and everything you plan on doing
because when it comes time for me to leave
I will always cherish these memories.
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