Who Do You See?
You look at her hair and it’s a mess
You wonder why she doesn’t care.
She does, she just doesn’t have time to brush it.
So she runs her fingers through it
And makes do.
You look at her eyes and they look tired
So tired, you wonder why she doesn’t rest.
She does, but not enough.
There’s so much to do,
Laundry, groceries, appointments
Work, the bank, get gas, pick up the toys.
Fix supper, bath time, book time, bedtime.
You see her hands and feet
And wonder why she is never still.
She’s like a butterfly flittering over her children like flowers.
Making sure they have more than they need
And most of what they want.
You see a woman.
I see a little girl with long black hair,
Running barefoot through the back yard,
Wearing a white nightgown and chasing fireflies,
Who grew into a strong and beautiful woman.
I see my daughter. My friend. My heart.