Mother - Poem by Mark Ruiz
Sister of mother earth herself,
Works, selflessly for her family.
Busy all day, yet she enjoys
A good story, romance or deceit.
Feels nature at her fingertips.
Tranquility in her flowers.
Disconforted by mess, naturally,
The church yard in my mind,
Holy and pure like a candle.
Sight of brown, color of the earth,
Bring her into my mind.
She who has taught me most.
Taught me to speak, to love,
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