Remembering my Mom on her birthday

My mom was born on this day in 1942 and passed away from complications to Diabetes one month after my twentieth birthday in 1991. I usually don't share much of my private life but I wanted her to be remembered not only as my mom and best friend but to somehow form a glimpse of who she was. I've written this down it's not a poem or long article but here goes anyway.

It's called, 'Capricorn Girl'

Donna was a shy Capricorn girl born with a spirit of fire and the soul of a tender hearted creative artist. She grew up in 1950s New York City surrounded by Doo Wop and American Bandstand. She studied jazz, tap, and ballet by the time she was nine years old. By age ten, she took diction lessons and memorized Shakespeare's monologues. She adored Audrey Hepburn and was in love with James Dean. Donna was her name, Ooh Donna, Ooh Donna.

Her childhood was far from idyllic. Born with secrets shared with her introverted daughter years later. Secrets I will take to the grave. She never thought herself pretty, didn't seek the spotlight. Her talents were many. With the patience of a saint and a Kathleen Turner voice, she could turn heads wherever she went.

By the time her daughter came along, she gave up an artistic life to have me. A better woman and friend you will never find. She fought her inner demons with grace and won. She fought illness and lost. She taught me many life lessons during our brief twenty years together. Most importantly, never be a follower. It's not about being a leader. It's about knowing who you are and staying true to yourself. She will always be my inspiration. I am most proud to be her daughter and friend.