Talk Back to You..

I came across this poem, written by a good friend, and adapted it just a little. It just struck a cord, so I decided to share it with all of you.


I'm a mother
and a fighter
and a daughter
and a loyal friend
and a spirited soul
and an organized mess.

I like baseball
and I like animal crackers;
I love cherry coke
and the hills and consume them both regularly.
My favorite people are the ones who know how to really hug.

I'm not tall
or a good high jumper
or a knowledgeable source of information about computers or cars.

I hate peas,
being blatently lied to,
being subtlely rejected,
and am not really a fan of blood or needles.

I have dreams
that I rarely talk about directly,
fears
that like to follow me around sometimes,
and could probably use a forklift for all my baggage right now...

but I know how to come through for my friends
when they just need to be loved,
and could talk passionately for hours
about my dreams
and my philosophy of motherhood
if you know how to ask the right questions.