Mother
Your eyes shine in the scarlet pink sunset like
a daydream wondering around loose to me.
Days go by and everyone is envious of what a fine mother
I have never dreamed of such a loving mother who
tends for every scratch and care her gentle caress is
like heaven and I will never get tired of the kisses
you blow and the hugs I receive. You are a great wonder
that flys into the sky like the most elegant bird. You lift
me up before I fall. I love you Mother



To my dear wonderful mother
my heart and soul.



All rights reserved Brooke Laviolette Feb 3, 2005