Mother

Sister of mother earth herself,
My Mother.
Works, selflessly for her family.
Busy all day, yet she enjoys
A good story, romance or deceit.
Feels nature at her fingertips.
Tranquility in her flowers.
Disconforted by mess, naturally,
Socially, Politically.
My Mother,
The church yard in my mind,
Holy and pure like a candle.
Sight of brown, color of the earth,
Bring her into my mind.
My Mother.
She who has taught me most.
My Mother.
Taught me to speak, to love,
My Mother.

by Mark Ruiz

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