Smaller.Annies MothersDay Gift copy

   There is a tightrope we walk called life   
   You put me on it when you gave birth to me   
   For a long time you carried me, then you held 
my hand, and then you told me you believed in me.   
   You never hovered so close that you overpowered me and caused me to fall   
   But the presence of your hand was always there   
   Even now   
   You balance me.   
   I love you,   

--Andrea, 18,
the last stanza of a Mother's Day Poem written one year before her death