Her Baby

They say to save the best for last and I’d like to say that was me,
She would laugh and say because she was done, is the way it would be.
But I was the last to be born , thr last to call her own you see.
So She told everyone,  this is my baby.

A difficult pregnancy I was I heard
Not for me but for her.
Backward I came, no holding back.
Wrinkled , fat, and hair of black.
Althought it eventually go from black to red
To all that would listen, “That’s my baby!” were the words she said.

The woman who.gave me life;  A rebel, a fighter, a worker and one strong  lady.
Echos my youth til now, but of course it would, I was her baby.

I knew my role and I played it well.
I knew how far to push til her resistance failed.
I got my way others would say.
Of  course I did, I was her baby as she shook her head.

Easter sunday she dressed  us girls fine
Patten leather shoes and gloves of  lace.
But she and I would  be alike ,from head to toe..With deep brown eyes and freckles upon our face
Like  a  1st lady , she fashioned that pill box hat over her locks of red
While that same crimson color, crowned my  tiny little head.
I was a bitty version of her ,Whether the memory came from pictures or from my mind
She and I, in our hats, shoes, and dresses of soft minty lime.
She was a real lady in my eyes and I was her baby.

5″1  and a ball of fire, stand her ground no matter what.Face to face, toe to toe, march on the capital with her protest sign.
Walked with the picket  in front of a strike. Fighting injustice and drawing that line.
But when it came to family, a bear she could be,
No one was was allowed  to hurt them, especially her baby.

The loss of my daughter, my beautiful girl was the day my  heart ceased to beat.
And she  was the only woman who knew my pain.,
For she too had said goodbye to a child that passed; her boys that left this world made her understand.
How  hard it was and how the pain would always  last.
All she had now was her  first born girll and me, her baby.

Mistakes  and  choices were made 
Regret guilt, and hurt  is something she would never say.
Yet, she paid prices far too high for her to bear far too much for her to pay.

Yes, my life is more privilege, easier and can not be compared.
But I.find similarities in hers and mine
Similarities  in our struggles were a lot alike in every way.
I will get through it all; I know I will survive because the love she gave me is why I am here today.

We  both worked for everything we have
Yet we feel guilty for what we cannot give,
Traumas and tragedies through our lives
Strengthen us so we could live
I survived all that life has been thrown at me, but to her I give credit because of the strength she showed and because I was her baby..

I know I was the cause of her many tear,  but I always knew I would be forgiven
Becausr I was her baby, and I can  feel it in every day that I am living

Her voice was the first voice my ears ever heard.
On the day she became silent my ears were  the last to hear the sound of hers .
I lost a piece of my soul when she left this world,, but to come from such a woman,  I’m honored to be her baby