My Mother--My Friend

Some can't tell us apart,
Especially on the phone.
They say we look a lot a like,
Even people we don't know.

Mom has shrunken some--
So now I'm taller than her.
People say she's special--
She's my friends "adopted" mother.

It's not news to me she's special--
I know her kindness,
Warmth and honesty, belief in God.
At her house you're family and not a guest.

All my friends like her--
She's just one of the girls.
She's lived through cancer and heart surgery,
Her family is her world.

We don't really see our resemblance,
But we claim each other.
Not everybody says this:
I hope I'm like my mother.