You taught me how to love simple things,
You taught me how commitment
can be one's perfection.
You never drove away my fears, You embraced them.
You never needed a candle to light my darkness,
You never needed eyes to see my soul.
Is it blood that flows in Your veins , or is it love ?
Is it words that describes You or is it ardency ?
When I picture You mother,
I will say 'muse' is just a poor synonym
and 'best', a wimpy adverb.
We were never meant to deliniate you, mother,
You were meant to define us.