Momma Are You Proud Of Me? Poem by Linda I. Weischedel

Momma are you proud of me,
proud of me because I finally set out to be,
all I can truly be.
Momma everyday I set out to try,
I concentrate, then I spread my wings and begin to fly.

Momma the time has now come at last,
I have released my heart's burden,
I have finally buried them deep within my past,
the person I was then,
as to the person I am now, there is just no contrast.

Momma for the first time in my life I feel completely
whole,
I actually give myself credit for maintainting my thoughts and emotions,
and for keeping my actions under control.

Momma I have always knew the difference between what was wrong and what was right,
through many tiresome years of soul-searching,
I have now gained a very lucid, knowledgeable insight,
I learned through experience,
and namely the hard way,
that certain people can be as different as night and day.