mom

My world is a black and white film,

With very few people in color,

But my mom,

My mom is the color.

 

I am an old soul,

And She the young one.

One look at her and you see her bright,

Beautiful soul seeping through her smile,

Through her eyes.

 

Her beautiful eyes,

They’re as smooth as Dove chocolate,

And carry the light of a thousand suns.

Her smile is the moon,

Bringing light into my darkest nights.

 

She is cafe con leche,

Her skin the warming color of cafe

And her accent as thick and sweet as the con leche.

 

When faced with difficulty

She is as strong as a boulder.

When faced with rejection

She is as stubborn as a bull

 

She has had doors slammed in her face

But still she stands strong and tall,

Like the empire state building,

Refusing to be knocked down.

 

But despite everything she is still able to smile

And tell us how lucky we are to be where we are

Everyday she says:

“Tienes que estudiar duro, mija

So you won’t end up like me.”

How does she not know

That she is the woman I aspire to be.

 

This poem is about: 
My family

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