My Version Of Shakespeare's Sonnet 49 Poem by Suzanne Hayasaki

Against those times, whenever those times creep,
When you attempt to total all your worth
And in your own mind reach a sum so cheap
That you start to rue your very birth
Recall that it was I who carried you
As a squirming burden in my arms
And before that kicking in my womb
And therefore have a right to gauge your charms.
I have both as witness and as guide
Walked along your journey from its start.
And though you may dismiss a mother's pride
I've tallied countless treasures in my heart.
Against your ledgers listing trifling faults
Your tiny acts of kindness could fill vaults.