Moms are so mysterious
Yet oh, so powerful.
They give our spirit passage;
A body for a soul.

T'was in my spirit's planning
Before this carnate birth;
I chose you and your husband
To bring me to the earth.

My entrance wasn't gentle
Or glamorous by far!
But I came forth with gusto
To be your little "star."



This world is just exploding
With potentialities.
Scenarios abound, and thus
Create realities.

I've come through many doorways
And tasted bitter pains.
But there was also sweetness;
And that is what remains.

So now my spirit's healing
Has reached a fine plateau.
I sought out understanding of
The mom I did not know.

I learned of your beginnings,
The torments and abuse.
It fills me with compassion
To know these awful truths.

You could have been a princess
Or High-Adventure Miss!
You could have known your father
Or a non-perverted kiss.

But rather, you saw humans
Playing their weakest part.
They played with you, a baby
And fragmented your heart.



The picture isn't pretty
But somehow you endured.
I only wish we could have found
A way you could be cured.

I also saw your methods;
Survival at its best!
A plethora of talents,
With these you are still blessed.

At times you were so loving
In your own sweet, gentle way
But you needed to be protected
So the "kind you" fled away.



You taught us children plenty;
Some good and yes, some bad.
But now I realize, mom -
You gave the best you had.


As your 'namesake' daughter
I'm proud to bear your strengths.
I needed your intelligence
For this I give you thanks!


I want to tell you, mother
How I admire you.
I wish you peace and comfort,
And all that is your due.

God Bless You.

With love from Dianne Christine
June 16, 2002