I am the living proof of my mother’s desire.
I am doing the things she never had the chance too,
I am writing the words she longed to write.
I am reading the books she wanted to but couldn’t 
I am playing the piano to the tunes she never wrote,
And singing her songs the ones that were in her heart
But she was too afraid to let them out.
I am the continuation of her dream.
and her mother’s and the ones who came before that.