Like the sound of a babbling brook, Or the song of a morning bird, I listen to your words.
Like the radiance of a sunset, Or the beauty of a rose, I watch your face.
Like the scent of ice-cream On a hot summer’s day, I smell you skin.
Like the fur of a kitten, Or a stone so smooth, I cling to your clothes.
Like the taste of cotton candy In the shadow of a tent, I eat the food you make.
Through the joys and pain, Laughs and tears, You made and raised me.
I love you, My Mother.
hippo_ruler_not · Tue Jun 24, 2008 @ 02:12am · 0 Comments |