I cried into her shoulder as the day was long and hard.
She held me and told me it would be fine.
She made me laugh when I didn't want to smile.
She made me think through my thoughts.
She taught me to hold my ground and to explain what I needed.
She helped me with my Spanish words, though she didn't know a single one.
What did I do for her?
I cracked a joke after her long day.
But made many of her days longer.
I listened to her worries.
But caused many of them too.
I hugged her when she cried.
But was at fault for many of the tears she silently held.
She shaped me into me.
I shaped her worries.
How can you thank some one who means so much?
How can you repay what they sacrificed?
This answer is you cannot.
My mother is the person I can't live without.