I've copied you, Mother 
My words echo your voice. 
You're my shining example, 
The one of my choice. 

Not thinking about it, 
I've copied your style, 
The way that you walk, 
The way that you smile. 

You fashioned my dreams. 
You painted my hopes. 
I've learned to make knots 
At the end of my ropes. 

We all learn to love, 
But not from a friend. 
I learned your strength 
And when I should bend. 

Mom, you've mapped the way 
To Heaven above, 
By teaching me kindness, 
By teaching me love. 
~Unknown