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My Mother is the Sun



 

The sun

Placed my tiny body in the comfort of her rays

 My outstretched arms embraced her radiance

With a heart of gold she

Watered my feet

fed my soul

And pulled the weeds from the soil that nourished me

From a seedling

I grew into a woman i love 

And i can thank no one but the sun

 

-My mother is the sun

 
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