There she is.
My mom.
Flawed and full of regrets yet wonderful.
She's expected to carry the universe on her shoulders, and then some.
There's a galaxy inside her, if you look close enough you'll see a glimpse of it in her eyes.
Her eyes, full of falsity, full of hope.
Her tan skin glows in sunlight, she radiates sunbeams, see she is my Sun.
I orbit around her, she is my muse.
I learn from her and I love her more than anyone could love anything.
She doesn't love things, she loves moments and people.
She insists on helping everyone with everything.
She reminds me of mother Theresa.
I've never seen her do without compassion or feel without hurt.
She's extraordinary, undervalued though, appreciated by few though.
She's like a trendsetter, only if you look far back enough.
She's a work of art she is, don't look too close she might confuse you.
Don't drown too deep, she won't let you stay.
Don't stay too long, it will hurt when it's time to go.
There she is.
My mom.
Hilariously complicated yet simple.
Yet Ma.
