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.