A P O L L O

Apollo, Greek God of

Light

Music

Poetry

Healing

Plagues

Beauty

 

Fast Forward thousands and thousands of years.

We’re in the Information Age, everything at our

fingertips, everything so accessible.

But there are aspects of our life that only our Mom

can assist us with.

 

Mom is Apollo.

Mom opens the curtains in the morning.

Light

Mom sings that one song about birds and lullabies when there’s a monster in my closet.

Music

Mom gives me advice when the boy down the street breaks my heart, tells me I don’t need anyone.

Poetry

Mom puts the Band-Aid on my knee when I fall from a tree I wasn’t supposed to climb.

Healing

Mom makes the house quiet when her home is made a mess, when her gifts are ignored.

Plagues

Mom still manages to hug me, even when I choose a path she didn’t forge for me.

Beauty

M O M, Greek God of

Light

Music

Poetry

Healing

Plagues

Beauty

 

 

 

-Isabella Ramirez

 

This poem is about: 
My family

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