My mother, is my reference to everything that is beautiful in every single way. She has a smile that powers butterfly wings and heartbeats.
My mother, carried a sunset belly for nine months pregnant with stars, because she understands that stars are just far away sons. And God has used her as a garden to grow supernovas.
My mother, has helium balloon pair of arms that always tend to lift me up when I fall. With leather belt extensions to hit some sense into me when I’m wrong
My mother, taught me that the journey is great, but the destination is legendary. That God comes first and everything else next, so I put my best foot forward and look towards heavens gates.
Real life superwoman, my mother has a cape made of hope and silver, constantly flying into dark clouds so we have silver linings to hold on to.
My mother, made sure that in a black and white world that is more tiger than zebra, we saw things through shades of grey. That nobody is just bad or just good, and once in a while devils can be good samaritans.
So give everyone a chance, with pennies for their thoughts and just maybe they’ll have two to rub together.
So I promise you this mother. That I would love God and love you.
And if I’m lucky enough to find a woman half as amazing, God willing, I will call her wife.
I promise to be the man that you raised me to be, with titanium spine, a gold heart and glass eyes to see past what this world has to offer.
I promise to stop making eggshell promises that break too easily.
My mother, is a vast blue ocean, with a shoreline full of the whole world, watching her son rise.
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