you are my best friend,
but first you are my mother.
you held me close
on that first day,
so that i could hear
my home in your heartbeat.
throughout my growing pains,
you were my disciplinarian
and my cuddle buddy.
every stumble,
every fall,
you were there.
your words so
encouraging and loving,
i lock them up inside me,
and bury the key.
during the times when i cry
for nothing,
for something,
you are there.
you are my personal comedian.
our car rides,
blasting music,
singing our hearts out
bring me unexplainable joy.
we become couch potatoes
with tired eyes
binge watching tv shows.
and our late-night talks
outside on the porch
are truly the best.
i couldn’t imagine life without you.
you are first my mother,
then my best friend.