My Mother.A Poem by Ash
A true Cancer, her face should represent the horoscope.
Sensitive to the bone, a real baby to a good tearjerker Generous as hell, she's always giving her last bit Charismatic too, she's always making new friends She's the 'cool mom' that all my friends love. I could always talk to her, as she loves to talk. A simple rose would make her day, Little for someone who deserves the world. No matter what, I hope she never doubts my love for her, as times may get rocky. She's a glowing gem in my life. That friend when there aren't any friends Always concerned, never judgmental Her laughter could be heard miles away A hard worker, a proud one too Wanting the best for everyone, always willing to help Dedicated to living life anyways she can. A child's spirit with an adult mind. She's my mother, I love her. © 2014 Ash |
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