Poet 
: 5
Verse 1
5 a.m., coffee’s cold, but the world’s still asleep,
She laces her shoes, drags the dawn to her feet.
Pigtails at the table, crayons on the wall,
A masterpiece of chaos—yet she smiles through it all.
”Mommy, when I grow up, I’ll be brave like you,”
She whispers to the bills, the doubts, the overdue.
Chorus
Oh, she’s a wildflower growing in the rain,
Every storm she weathers becomes her daughter’s gain.
Hands calloused from lifting dreams too heavy to hold,
She’s planting roots in concrete, turning gravel into gold.
”Baby, this world’s fierce, but you were born to soar—
I’ll be the soil, the sky, the arms that steady your roar.”
Verse 2
She trades sleep for moonlight, second shifts for first steps,
Her youth folded quietly in a locket she keeps.
”Mama, why you cry?”—she wipes the tears away,*
”These are just the raindrops, love, that water our days.”
She teaches her to read, but more, to read between lines,
That strength is softness, and love is a verb you grind.
Bridge
In the mirror, she sees her own mother’s eyes staring back,
A legacy of fire, passed in lunchbox notes and snack packs.
”One day you’ll fly, and I’ll ache, but I’ll never let it show,
’Cause every scar I’ve carried was a road to help you go.”
Outro
Years later, diplomas frame the walls they once leased,
Her girl, now a woman, with her mother’s resilient peace.
And in the quiet moments, when the world feels less gray,
She hears her whisper, ”Mom, I found my way.” The wildflower blooms where the light breaks through, Two lives, one heart—she raised her dreams true.
(Final Chorus)
Oh, she was the wildflower, bending but unswayed,
Every lesson in the struggle, every debt she never paid.
Now her daughter’s roots run deep, her wings eclipse the sun,
”Look at you, my love… the woman we’ve become.”