Sierra Mazzucca's Poetry site

I pray as you age, that I get to see every stage. Yes, it may be sad to witness the new wrinkles and grays, but to have you throughout the many different changes that await.To be there with you, no matter the newest sign of age. I guess with every new day the only bitter thing I can say is, that we near closer to a place where you will not get to see me go through those same stages of gray. I pray that as I near the end of my time, I am able to look back and remember all the moments we shared all the different stages between you and I. So, I will enjoy you when I don’t, and even more when I do. I’m just so blessed to have a resilient mother in this lifetime, who is as strong and brave like you. My mom,my first stage, the first heartbeat my ears heard play. I love you no matter how far distance says we are. What a beautiful gift to experience life and all it gives from entrance to exit. What a gift to experience time, what a present it is to be born, to live, to laugh, grow old and die.

By Sierra Mazzucca