My Mom by Michelle Patricio
My mom.
She's the shine of the sun,
Doesn't have much patience but still loves.
I like her hugs
With clouds and a ton of words.
Only hers makes me burst like fireworks.
We look for straws and choose between mocha and caramel
Like the need to feel the sweetness and bitterness come together.
When we fight it's like the waves crashing against the dock
Volcanoes erupt
Cities drown with tears tearing it apart.
And you can heard the strong winds forming a tornado
Both of us feel itchy
Though only one of us trades our guilt to not feel bitchy.
I turn to her and say, "Let's go eat pasta Alfredo".
The world again turns into sunshine, rainbows, and unicorns
To me she's the most beautiful.