My Mother Poem by Sunny Quagmire

When I was born, I couldn't walk or speak
but she was there to care for me when I was weak
She would take me by my little hand and say
'I am holding onto you everyday'

When I was young I could only walk and speak
but she was there to dress me, to guide me 'cross the street
She would take my little hand and say
'I am holding onto you everyday'

How many times did we cross that street?
so many times, walk to walk, our feet were fleet
And I would say, 'Mommy, take my little hand'
And she would answer 'I am already taking it whether we walk or stand'

From walk to walk we made our way
and she held my little hand always
'You have my little hand and little heart' I would say
She smiled 'I am always holding onto you in every way'

She is gone now, risen to Heaven's heights joyous
and I am here still crossing the street under the streetlights
I feel her hand in my heart and I warmly say
'I will love you forever, Mother, you have my heart always'