For My Mother

Like the flowers you tend to and are so sensitive towards,
You are thriving in beauty. 
Honey hair and a deep cut smile, raw and stunning.
Like wonders you create,
I admire you.
Hardworking and laughing off unflattering poetry, creative and calm.
Like the family you have sacrificed many things to form, 
I love you. 
Movie nights and dog walks, radiant family photos.
For my mother
Who has birthed, nursed and raised me,
I love you.
 
c

crisscross

NY

17 years old

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