MAMA
The most familiar name of all I know;
even the little ones could tell
A name that’s heard like a lullaby;
and to my bothered nights; a cradle
My countenance lights up
that rings like the comfort of home;
A presence that I shall yearn for– more so as I age
more so– as I sit myself alone
She’s a silhouette that ought to make me shine;
So in my brightness– if granted, may she take pride;
For just like her– that I desire to be,
may they see my mom within me:
The confidence knitted in the little girl I am;
The softness of a bold woman someday;
The faith of a great woman of God;
and a heart beautiful in every way.
For my mom whom I miss...
