my mother is always telling me that she has given me wings to fly... wings to make my dreams come true...

i think this poem encapsulates all that she is trying to tell me about my wings.

beautiful.

I don't know if this was intentional, but I love how the lines taper down as you read. Sort of like you're taking off. I think there might be a typo on line eight, darn little keys.

A sense of freedom. Yay! Everybody wants that. I like the rhyming scheme. It works well with your descriptions. Well done!