My Dear Mother

I watched my Mom fillout an application. I looked at the line that asks about past professions. I thought to myself, that space is too small To write down what she's been, to cover it all. She was a nurse when I fell and scraped my knee. She was a maid when I didn't wipe my feet. She was a designer when my clothes didn't match. She was a tailor when my pants needed a patch. She was a teacher when I asked a question. She was a priest when I had a confession. She was a psychiatrist when I came home crying. She was a preacher when I got caught lying. She was a singer when she sung me to sleep. She was a lifeguard when she said the water's too deep. There are many more, yet the best one to me, She was a best friend and mine forever she'll be.