A Mother Of Mine But A Strange To My Family Poem by Aubrey Silver

skin the color of a soft plump peach
deep and dark brown eyes that hold volumes of knowlidge
she is loving at all times and strict when need be
she knows her limits and always takes account the limits of others
she is always there when you need her
she walks this shadow filled vally of odd life
she has seen much and learned all
she is kind and careing she is loved by all
she may have fallen but
ill die befor she beleaves she isnt importent
and to that i raise her high above trees and seas into the clouds of love.