Ode To My Mother

Altruistic soul with a heart constructed of clay,

the sun doesn't hold a candle to your warmth.

Nature bows down to your beauty in awe as

you dress in red roses and walk in black stones.

Tornadoes surrender at your feet for

your strength resounds within the earth's core.

Honeybees caught in envy for

their nectar is nothing compared to your sweetness.

Wet and wilting girasol built on solid roots

your soil constructed my world.