My Mom...
Is the white queen
a single snowflake
a diamond in the water
a stolen crown
a toucan who's wings are cut
Picasso's painting
blue
green
white
My mom is the white queen
with blood red lipstick
that can't hide
a trace
with brown eyes on
the back
of her head
she has hair that swishes with the forgotten air
My mom is a ladybug
she flickers her wings
she is a firefly
glows in the night
the queen bee
rules the hive
I follow her footsteps
that hit on the concrete floor
she taught me how to walk
talk
and tie my shoelaces
but she still unties the knots
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1 comment:
Honestly this is beautifulm i like the metaphors you used. Very good job!!!
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