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Mom


Thanks for giving me a life and pushing me out. 

I know how much it probably hurt, 

but I imagine the screaming was worse. 

Not just for you, but everyone else,

Including myself.

I love you mom, with all my heart, 

almost as much as art. 

So here's to you, 

Mom. 

You're wild and free, 

just like your sister bees. 

Roaming the Earth, 

making it your very own turf. 

Mom, 

I think you're mother nature 

because all you do is-

love me,

listen to me,

and

make me the happiest child in the world.

 

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