I saw myself through her eyes one day.
A child, only a child I was,
not quite her flower, yet her roots were strong.
I saw in me her hopes and dreams,
a life she’d have if she were free.
I saw her pride, her strength,
her years of sleepless nights and nightless days.
I felt her safe, tender love and vowed that someday I would be
as good a mom as she.