My Mother Poem by Jessica Goodell

She looks through the pictures,
And what does she see?
18 years of her oldest daughter.
It seemed like just yesterday
That she was teaching her to walk.
And now look at her walking
With her classmates toward the stage,
Toward a new step in life.
She is scared and yet proud.
Her daughter made it!
As she watches her graduate
And move forward with her life
She looks beside her
At her next oldest child.
Soon it will be her turn,
Her turn to walk down that aisle,
To take that next big step.
So who is this poem about you ask
It's no other than my very own mother.