A Poem for My Mother

Colors flow across canvas...my Mother is an artist.

Guitar strings hum with music...my Mother is a musician.

The air is filled with song...my Mother is a singer.

The kitchen smells divine..my Mother is a chef.

Heels tap the floor...my Mother is a dancer.

Laughter fills the air...my Mother is full of happiness.

Flowers dance in the breeze...my Mother is a gardener.

Warmth surrounds me....my Mother is a hugger.

Stars across the sky...my Mother is a dreamer.

Tears down a cheek...my Mother is tender

 

Desert sands glow in the sunset...my Mother is an adventurer.

Books across the table...my Mother is a learner.

Ears intently listen...my Mother is a teacher.

Years of songs and lullaby's...my Mother is a Mom.