Work Text:
My
Mama,
She is
made
of
Something,
Something so
Beautiful
It makes
My eyes fill
with an
awe,
It might be called
Fresh
Pennsylvania air,
Wild woman
made
Of dirt,
Daffodils
Wrapping
around her
Bones,
She is trees,
And soft calm
Breeze
I can see
Irises
Blooming
In those blue,
(oh so blue)
Eyes of hers
I walk into
A
garden,
The first
Thing I see
Is her,
Smiling
In sunlight
She is a
GLOW
How nice is that?
She’s planting
Cosmos,
And zucchini’s.
What could I be,
They ask me
I hope
To be someone like my
Mama,
Someday
I answer
And somehow
(someway)
She has proven
Time and time again,
That I can be my
Mama,
And myself too
Proudly with
My head high
I see her
In the dandelions i pick,
In the songs Lana del ray
sings,
In the cherry chapsticks I steal
In the wild violets underfoot
She is
Beauty,
In all of its elegance,
In all of its humanity
She is human
she saw my first breath,
My first laugh,
How lucky am I
To have mama like her?
I love you.
I really, really do.
By me