I want my children to look back
And remember me for who I was, not who I was with.

I want my children to look back
And know that I was always there for them.

I want my children to look back
And think of me, and smile.

I want my children to look back
And say, she was a mother, a successful woman, and she had a good heart.

I want my children to look back
And remember times when I played with them.

I want my children to look back
And remember the boo-boos I gently cleaned when playtime got too rough.

I want my children to look back
And know that I always knew what they were doing.

I want my children to look back
And know that I always supported their decisions, even if they were wrong.

I want my children to look back
And say, she taught me about Jesus and his merciful ways.

I want my children to look back
And be happy that they had me for a mother.

I want my children to look back
And be able to remember every detail about me.

I want my children to look back
And know that I am in a better place.

I want my children to look back
And know that no matter how old they were, they were always my babies.

I want my children to look back
And be able to see how far they have come on life’s hard road.

I want my children to look back
And remember the tears I dried when they were scared.

I want my children to look back
And remember how I supported them even if they weren’t sure.

I want my children to look back
And know that I would always be there for them.

I want my children to look back
And see what I saw, when they are parents.

I want my children to look back
And remember when I was there for them on their wedding day.

I want my children to look back
And realize that I saw them through a mother’s eyes.


By: Rashelle Bayer
Written: June 7, 2007
moomoo1405@aol.com
Copyright © 2007

*Used with permission