My mama has small feet.
But her strides reach twice as far as mine.
My mama has small hands.
But her strength is that of an ox;
Our garden bears the fruits of her labor.
My mama has a small, shy smile.
But her is heart is as big as this galaxy.
My mama is a small woman,
With small feet.
Who bore two kids,
Who have big shoes to fill.
But that's okay.
Because I love walking in your footsteps, Mom.