By Hannah Johnson
I have so much of my mom's face but none of her grit.
Each & every day I'm finding more & more reasons
as to why I don't deserve her - I never did.
the way she's been through thick & thin
& thick
& thick
& thick
yet miraculously fought her way out of it
each & every single time
never fails to amaze me.
The way she's sacrificed so much for me,
the way she'd choose to crawl on her knees just
so I could be able to stand on my feet,
the way she'd give up absolutely everything
for me to have absolutely anything.
Nothing can beat this type of love - the unconditional kind.
I've never met another woman who I looked up to
more than my mom; who's hard work
& strength
& courage
& bravery
I wanted more of.
I've never met another woman who has impacted me in the way my mom does.
I've never felt as passionately & filled with love for anyone in this way.
she was my home for the first 9 months of my life
& I will always find a home in her even after mine fades away. the least I can do is be a good daughter.