Mom

Her brown curly hair and those light blue eyes, makes me think she is an angel in disguise. The glasses help her see the world the way she likes to think. She tries and tries with all her might to help her walk better, ever since that faithful night. A hole in her ankle from where she broke it trying to help me. A life so precious and kind, she trust me with hers, I trust her with mine.

She is sorta friendly and rarely ever mean, in fact her personality is in between. She still is a nurse in fact she still ask questions about her medicine; tell her about all the symptons and she pretty much knows what you might have, she is very wise. She does not allow hair in your face, that is why she is always on my case. A heart of gold is what she has, that is why she is so bold. She speaks her mind something most people wont do. That’s why I’m glad she is mine, without her I don’t know what I’d do. As kind as a mother bear with cubs that really shows how much she loves.

She helps me alot when I am sick, those are the days I will never forget, the medicine when I have a cold the one person I hope never gets old. She taught me the difference between right and wrong, that’s why she is my loving mom. She taught me how to talk and play. Now there is something I just have to say. I love her dearly that is the truth, this poem I write is living proof.