I wish to call upon a mother that cares about my well being. A mother that sees through my pretty eyes right down to the person that I truly am. From my weird quirkiness, to my angry outbursts, to my long talks about the skies up above me, right down to the cage that I sit down and write out these words.... I wish to have a mother that isn't ashamed of the entire person that I am. I wish to finally feel what it is like to have a mother that truly is in love with me. In love with my passions. In love with my goals. In love with my triumphs as well as my failures. A mother that always asks how am I doing? A mother that never forgets to call me first thing in the morning to the last thing at night. A mother that wakes up and is ready to start the days adventures with me... just as much as I am ready to start out the days with my own young tribe... And one day when I look back many years from now I will come to realize that the mother that I so desperately needed was with me all along.... She was always with me from the time I was born. She is in the trees. She is in the blue skies. She is in the water that I drink and play and do my daily errands in. She is in the earth when I am so desperately tired and need a place to lay down.... And one more important thing, she is in me... My own soul is a mother to me. She is the true mother with a heart made out gold....
By: Brenda Elizabeth Lopez