Wasn't it just yesterday...

I wrote this awhile ago and never posted it, I don't know why.  But thinking of my mom today because my timehop today was a picture of her and the boys.  I would give anything to be able to call her today.

My mother wrote a poem for me when I was moving out of the house for the first time.  I was angry at her for being so upset.  She didn't want me to go, and I desperately wanted my freedom.

This is what she wrote:

When they placed you in my arms,
What a precious baby girl.
I counted fingers and toes to see just how perfect you were.
I had never loved so much.

Wasn't it just yesterday
When your first step was your greatest accomplishment?
You are one of my greatest accomplishments.

Wasn't it just yesterday
When I could kiss all your pain away?
I held on to you when you were scared.
I guess I'm holding on now because I'm scared

Wasn't it just yesterday
You were walking slowly down that school hall?
I knew then how hard it would be to let you walk too far away from me.

Wasn't it just yesterday
You were crying on my shoulder?
"Mom, why does it hurt so bad?"
I could feel my heart break with each tear that fell

Wasn't it just yesterday
I kept you from playing in the street?
from climbing that big tree?
from scraping a knee?
Oh how I want to keep you safe now.

Wasn't it just yesterday
When your mommy was your world?
When I could do no wrong in those precious eyes of yours

Wasn't it just yesterday
When I dreamed of your future?
Graduation, wedding day and the day they place her in your arms.

Wasn't it just yesterday
when you held me so dear?
I was going to be the best mom ever
when you would cry if I wasn't near?
I was going to be your best friend
I was going to be it all for you

Wasn't it just yesterday
When you grabbed my hand and said, "Mommy, let's go!"
It WAS yesterday when you said, "Mom, let go!"
One day you will understand, why I still hold your hand.

What a beautiful baby you were,
What a beautiful lady you are becoming.
How proud I am of you, and all you are, and all you do.
How much longer will you be home with me, before your life will be without me

Hold my hand just a little longer!  Don't let go!

I love you,
Mom
aka mommy.