This poem is dedicated to my dearest mother.
You are like,
A supernova,
Shining ten-million-fold,
Brighter than anyone else.
You are like,
A glistening pond,
Waiting and listening,
To all those who come.
You are like,
A sturdy chair,
Supporting and helping,
Those who are in need.
You are like,
A mandala,
Symetrical and perfect,
In all aspects of life.
You are like,
An antique piano,
Beautifully made and acutely tuned,
Making anyone sound good.
You are like,
A mother,
To all even if,
I don’t want to share.
You are like,
A snowflake,
That falls,
And turns into spring.
-b.m.mason
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