My Mom
You hold your head high above negativity
Exude much grace and elegance
As if you were the Queen of Sheba.
You work your fingers to the bone.
Provide for your young.
Countless hours of working hard
just to be noticed for something good
instead of the negative stereotypes
the world places upon your shoulders.
Your price is far above rubies
Your crown is made of kinks and coils.
The way your skin glistens in the sun
The way your body dances
With every step tells the story of where you come from.
You put others before yourself always caring
For the people around you.
You are:
a nurse, a lawyer, a teacher, a care giver...
You go by many names, but one things for certain,
you will always be the most positive and most influential woman on the face of this earth...
A mother.
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