The morning sunlight, shone through the dew.
Drips upon rose buds, the day is anew.
Rainbows in skylines, new petals on trees.
Hummingbirds dancing, warm grass under my feet.
All make my eyes smile.
Tiny fingers or a pudgy nose.
An undying love, only a mother could know.
To someone so small, things certainly look big,
Yet give you such love, and a true trust within.
I hold treasure, those things in my heart.
For they are all my life's gifts.
We each get our own.
With few alters or twists.
Before I forget, one marvelous detail.
How could I forget, the one greatest to share.
This one is special.
No one could compare.
She is my savior, my angel.
I couldn't show you the depth of her heart,
For she'd say I was her gift.
But in reality,
She's been mine from the start.
Now many could protest the way that I feel.
I wield my heart in my own body to shield.
I give it to whom I choose.
I feel she is the best.
She's a professor of things unknown.
I idolize her with her strength that she's shown.
She's bold and endearing.
She's extraordinary, she's:
My mom, my own.
My own life's creator, the one special one.
Understanding regardless, especially when I am wrong.
I'm given these gifts, but my favorite of all,
My mom, my mother. |
