I had risen with the same restless spring season dance
my pure white walls pleasing every Tuesday waltz
my toes too sweet to peek the streets of mid-morning prance
my body high heavy to rid of my early sun faults
the roasted warm beans welcomed me to see
I met with my crimson carpets to discuss today’s whirl
slipping on my most delicate blue jeans and brothers tee
my hands meeting up with my brown eyes and tired curls
my mother’s face much like my own awaits to early dine
fresh squeezed child’s wine and warm toasted bread
her sweet serenade swirls through my most groggy mind
in hurried groans and moans of goodbyes is much said
I wrote this poem for mother when I had realized the true gift of unconditional love. My mother is a woman who taught me patience and gratefulness. Much has my mothers way of life affected me in all I do. I reflect much of my mothers and attribute much of my most honorable actions to my mother.
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