Upon entering this world I move from the comfort of your womb. Suckling your breast I am nourished Your essence is my food. I am nurtured by your touch The very hands that reach out to the world. I am cared for by the purity of your heart The compassion known by woman. As I grow up You guide me with your wisdom And pick me up when I fall down As a mother, this is your calling. We depend on each other As we discover how to dance. Certain things we agree upon Others are there for our learning. And then one day I push you away As I discover who I am. Do not tell me what to do As I need to find my way. I find a path that works for me And you watch me the best you can Only this time when I fall down I must learn to pick myself up. And I continue on And find someone who nourishes me As you always have. Someone who shares his worldly vision While encouraging me to grow. And then one day I feel lonely As I reflect back upon my life And only wish we had more time to dance And realize much of who I am Is only because of you. Thank you mom for picking me up For sharing your insights For challenging me to grow And for giving me the gift of life. To view video   By Kellyna Campbell