Faustina Marie (2/2/1996 / Ontario, California)
A mother's love
Wraps around you like the wind,
Invisible, incomprehensible, and inescapable-
Not that you would want to escape
In fact, she is an escape:
A word of advice
A warm embrace
An angel's forgotten cooing
She embodies compassion
And the will to do good.
My mother... Is wonderful
Her smiles and laughs color my vision
I will never forget the feel
Of how precisely she French braids my hair
(though it will only be slept on) .
My mother is warmth,
Smiles, friendship, and
Homemade pajama pants.
My mother is wonderful,
And I love her
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