I Am My Mother's Daughter

i am my mother's daughter a little bit flighty kind of a tomboy feminine and ladylike when you want to be counting on my hand the times i saw you in a dress or put blush on your cheeks and reddened your lips or caught you at your very best i must confess i like you better laid back in comfort in a t-shirt and jeans and the way you're always happy and laughing at the funny life you've seen or the way you smell of double mint old gold cigarettes jovan white musk puts me in a nostalgic angelic spell and how we started out rough but stood strong and gruff because old mule skinnin' grandpa jean built you tough and gave you a streak of mean and you with little kylie marie brings pools of old thought forgotten memories of you and me in a little wagon red telling me stories before time of bed tugging loose your hairs of grey mixed with blonde and brown that grew on your head when your hair was still long and mother lets always keep with us the hurts and sorrows you made me discuss after school, when i cried and weeped long sobs hard and deep but you always gave me hugs that helped my carry on even when i knew i did not belong put myself together when i was a mess inside wipe my tears away when i cried all the times i fell down you picked me up you brushed me off dragged me to a safe place no matter what kind of disgrace i've brought upon you you've tested true showed me the good things i can do thank you mom for the life you gave me fought with me and for me the way that you raised me and made me accepted my quirks and how in so many ways we are alike and different but more the same i am your daughter and proud and glad it's true a little flighty with a tomboy's grace pretty green eyes and heart to match my face soft feelings i can hide with my tough irish pride all i can do is say thanks for doing all and everything it takes to make me just like you i am my mother's daughter so proud and glad it's true! love you momma cheer up, this too shall pass your daughter, jenny lynn