What a Mother

Mother, ooh my; you are my diary. I don’t write ;I just tell and you lock it up and never tell. When problems begin you get so loud your echo runs into the clouds. Mother, you are my idol; I love you so much and you’re my role model. Mom, you are my problem solver; you’re always there with good advice that you can spare.

When you got that tattoo, you made me scared. You fell down a couple of stairs and your friends left you on your porch.Your ankle was badly swollen, and you cried and cried. Nothing I could do would help you, so I panicked and called 911. Your peachy red face didn’t look with much fun... You asked me how I felt.

With anger running down my face, everyone looked at me as though I thought you’re a disgrace. Well it was the day before my graduation trip to Six Flags. You couldn’t come because you were in the hospital. Although I was having fun I still thought about you. I brought you gifts from the shop.

While I was there I thought about you and so I decided to call you. Told you I would be home in a couple of hours. When I got home you had a cast around your leg. You limped as you walked over to give me a hug. Since you liked my gifts you gave me an extra hug.

We had a long conversation about my trip. Then you showed me your tattoo and I was shocked. It symbolized my brother’s name. It was blood shoot red. And there was a film of premium jelly over it.

You asked me if I liked it. I gave a simple, “It’s okay “. You were concerned that I didn’t like it, but I did; it was nice.

This is my mother as you see; see how wonderful she can be. Mother is a rose; solid and sweet. She wouldn’t harm anything, not a bird or a bee. I’m her daisy in the sun; put us together, we have so much fun. We have similar qualities, no one could ever split up mom and me.

Everybody thinks they know her as well as I do, but only God shall know her more then me. Always and forever our love will be so deep!

Second Draft

Ooh my you are my diary; I don’t write, I just tell and you lock it up and never tell. When problems begin you get so loud your echo runs into the clouds. Mother you are my idol;
love you so much and you’re my role model. Mom you are my problem solver; you’re always there; good advice that you can spare. Mother you smell like the spring mist. A dozen roses with a daffodil twist. Your velvet color hair flying in the mist, your brown eyes with dancing reflections of me. Your light skinned body glowing from the sun. How can I ask for a better mother than you?

you got that tattoo you made me scared. You fell down a couple of stairs and your friends left you on your porch. Your ankle was badly swollen. You cried and cried. Nothing I could do would help you. I panicked and called 911. That peachy red face didn’t look with much fun... You asked me how I felt.

anger running down my face, everyone looks at me as though I think you’re a disgrace. It was the day before my graduation trip to Six Flags. You couldn’t come because you were in the hospital. Although I was having fun I thought about you. I brought you gifts from the shop.

I was there I thought about you and so I decided to call you. Told you I would be home in a couple of hours. When I got home you had a cast around your leg. You limped as you walked over to give me a hug. With so much joy you picked me up and swung me around.

had a long conversation about the trip. You showed me your tattoo and I was shocked. It symbolized my brother’s name. It was blood shot red, and there was a film of petroleum jelly over it.

you asked me if I liked it. I gave a simple, “its okay, “.You were concerned that I didn’t like it, but, I did; it was nice. My mother, see how wonderful she can be.

you’re a rose; solid and sweet. You’re wouldn’t harm anything not a bird or a bee. I’m you’re daisy in the sun; put us together we have so much fun... we have such similar qualities. No one could ever split up you and me.

thinks they know you as well as I do. But only God shall know you more then I do. Always and forever our love will be so deep!