Voice

***new poetry entry @ www.pinkyspoetry.blogspot.com***

My mother is the voice inside my head
She is the one telling me to say "I'm sorry"
And to give that person a hug instead
Of crying, screaming or shouting outloud.

I hear her telling me that it will be alright,
That sometimes our days don't work out
How we wanted to, inspite
Of how hard we worked.

Sometimes her voice, it calls to me
And reminds me that I have worth
That I have the strength to see
How much I have to offer the world.

It happens to me every day,
When I'm emailing a friend or just
Having a chat, not much to say
But she makes sure my words are kind.

She speaks to me of truth, passion and tenderness,
Of joy and courage and committment
She says I should accept nothing less
Of myself or of the other who surround me.

My mom reminds me to have fun
To think happy thoughts each day
To take a nap in the sun
At least once in a while.

Her voice is ever-present
And it will remain that way
For she modeled what success meant
For her daughters here today.