The last day we spent together and before making the long drive home in the dark, you squeezed my hand and said, “I loved my life and would do it all over again.”
As if you knew what I was thinking, how reluctant I was to leave, you smiled, whispered love, kissed me and said to go home, be safe.
You sent me on my way with love to family, adding (like it was my birthday), “Remember, you made me a mother.”
Two years later, I feel your hand on mine. Your countenance, the sound of your voice and the kiss we shared evelops all that I am.
Thank you for making me your daughter.