Dear Mama,
Bubble of safety only you create.
Soft hugs like contentment in a bottle.
I alway feel you and I can relate.
Even when, me, you feel you could throttle.
Our warm home is where I fancy to stay.
Organized Italian decor throughout.
Gentle yellow light breathes through day-by-day.
Delicious cuisine trial without doubt.
Movie nights with you are always spent curled.
Your tickles, followed by both our laughter.
The fire place, a mouth to another world.
Shared soft swathes made by an expert crafter.
They say, home is where the heart begs to be.
Your treasure on legs will always be me.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Mama
PoetryThis is a poem I wrote for my english class and decided to post it here. (I got a 100% from a teacher who is known to not give anything higher than 95%). The prompt was to write about someone we find interesting or look up to. We could choose betwee...
