The World to Me
By: Margery A. Oriel
My mother was a flowing river
Peacefully, swiftly, she cared for me
She washed everything away with her
Sometimes controlling but made with glee
My mother was once the bright blue sky
She made my favorite things pass by
Then, she gave me my wings of freedom
She raised the sun to give me guidance
My mother was a beautiful mountain
She shone on top of every hill
She made all others fall to her
But chose the one to love so dear
My mother was the world to me
She was the nature of my being
The essence of all my actions
The blessing sent by heaven
An important person taken away
Someone who left me full of dismay
Don't you believe how hard it is?
Love your mom the way she is...
