Forever loyal
As important as a growing coyol
Dirt poor or modest bank
Her stance never waned
All the buildings they built together caved
But she never waved
Goodbye to him
Even when hope was so slim
Some poor words were verbalized at the whim
But none of us work well when the skies are this grim
There's a sense of brim
I see
And it implodes me full of pertinent glee
It is hard to say
I now know
As the day
Goes by
She is the reason
My father stays sane
No need to hydroplane
I stay tame
I haven't written love off
With these women in the world
I love you, Mom
Thank you for teaching me what a real woman is like.