you built me

Maybe this post should be about me or bricks or any other concrete thing. But this one goes out to moms everywhere and most importantly, my own mom.

You built me

On wall ball and nature walks and 158^th Pl.

Science experiments and homemade granola and picking blueberries

Little house on the prairie and words and trips to the Costco

You built me

You were awake every late night and early morning that I couldn’t sleep

You let me ride in the grocery cart

Drink the last sip of your hot chocolate

You built me

Your shirt became a tissue box

And I could count on pancakes every morning

You told me about being a girl

And chocolate became our best friend

You built me

Somehow you can tell when I’m mad and sad and happy and nervous and tired

Even when no one else can

You put up with him because you know its best for me

Accept him because you knew I loved him

Hated him for what he did to me

You built me with bricks I never deserved. With bricks all by yourself. With bricks that never existed for you.

You’re my best friend, biggest supporter,

A mom to everyone

And me

Thanks mom

I love you

Forever, auburn crane