she is a rose
the blue tint to hear lip fades
I am this same rose
my colors all different shades
she paints me the colors I love
even though she can't see the wrods I cry
she is like a dove
there is not a single word that she will lie
my mother is like a cigarette
the smoke she exhales is like a dream I forgot
she is a clarinet
the rythemes she plays is enough to fix a blood clot
she is a fountain
telling me of her past
she is like a mountain
over me her massive shadow will cast
my mother is a rock
protective and safe
she is like a lock
no she will never leave me unsafe
Naomi~wingedfeature
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