The Lady who loved me

I don't know why the rain insisted I wake up
It was not in me to question why
I only responded as I knew I should
Upon waking I felt misplaced sleep still laden on
my mind. I felt groggy and neither here or
there, you know - just plain out of it.

But as I laid there listening to the sound of the rain
just listening, hearing the flat, fat plop, plop - of
large rain drops of cold wet water
landing all around me.

I remembered just how simple life was and as a child
who was loved not because I was of her blood, but
because in her eyes I was special, especially to her

So laying there listening to the rain, I was
remembering how much she cared for me - enough
to let me go as her very own children threaten
to have me taken away from her
you see she was already in her 60's

And as my tears joined the drops of rain, I also remembered
how she insisted I learn her teaching - God bless her -
It was the basic stuff, like right & wrong and to love,
honor and obey your elders

Now I see her teachings in the values I have taught my own
children, the very simple learnings of a small wonderful
women - who opened her home and even more, her heart

Realizing as the rain continued to fall - I was the lucky one.
lucky to be her little girl by her own choice. The lady who
loved me and allowed me to call her Mom.