mom

Mom,
when did you know me?
Was I a thought that whispered in your ear long ago?
Like that first, fall-breeze that blew your pettycoat.
Or,
Maybe it was after sister was born,
You may have came up with my name within the 35 month difference between us,
Your story says that she wanted to name me Johnny Cash.
Did you pick my name being a bit more conservative?
I thought of you before GOD gave me another go at it.
I picked you MOM!
So,
What is your favorite color?
I will guess and say blue.
Because you gave this boy everything needed to become a man.
But,
Baseballs and bruises,
Each with memories.
Maybe your favorite color is pink,
and if it is,
I will give you both eyes,
And the swollen tissue which incapsulates each,
For you have given everything,
To me,
And still look upon me as your child,
Love has no boundaries,
No limits,
Unconditionally I owe you my all.
You, the greatest of moms.