My Mother
My mother is unique,
Like the leaves on a tree right before fall.
Colorful and full of life,
Like 7:12 p.m. right before the sun sets.
She is a campfire,
Kept under control
But if you feed the flames to much they will roar
A tiger protecting her young
Yet a tiger lily
Bright and always tall and proud
Like the ocean,
Free and peaceful
The rolling fields of grass in the mid-west
Tucked away in a log cabin
Surrounded by green
The color of her eyes and her Irish heritage
An Indian princess
One with the nature around her
Rhythmic like the drums beating with a tune
Expressive and loud
Poetic yet strong
Like a 67 S.S. Camero
Full of muscle and power
A leather jacket with demin jeans
Like and Olympic swimmer
Strong and agile
Still she is a sun shower
Light, calm, and peaceful
And always followed by a brilliant rainbow
The easiest way to describe a free spirit like her is to tell you her favorite food and drink,
She is a margarita, sweet yet tart all at the same time,
But more a slice of Christy’s pizza
A crunchy exterior
Yet she is gooey and sweet
My mother is amazing
Like her mother before her
The best mother she could be.