There aren't many things that don't remind me of my mom,
She's the soft smell in my laundry,
The binding of my books
I miss her black eyed susans,
her blue eyed smiles
There's not a better blue than the one she & my brother bring to the world
She is patterned like tartan, counted stripes, and ducks in a row
She's sketched in sunlight and colored with rainbow
She's the first to rise and the first thing I want to see in the morning
Her laughter lies in my treasure box,
Her humming sends the heart home
When I'm the autumn coffee, bitter and complex,
She's the milky foam,
She's the caffeine without the side effects,
She's the calcium in my bones, the substance to my smile
She's the red in my blood, the blush in my cheeks
The flush in my ears, and the sundays of all my weeks
She's the comics in the newspaper,
She's the endless love behind every labor
Tea wouldn't taste the same without her
And she's a perfectionist,
So I can't help but think I'm perfectly made
Because of her