Your emerald eyes

a window to your beautiful soul

your sensitivity to mankind

zero tolerance for the unkind

Writing about you

is harder than any poem I have ever written

you are

the purest soul

You amaze me

every single moment

your commitment

to your dreams

I am blessed

to be in your presence

even more blessed

to be your mommy,

                     I love you

                                      ... unconditionally

I'm a vow of silence,

                               that sings within.

Void less consciousness,

                 that grows between

the cracks.



Woven in bloodied tears,

              yet my features are
  parched like a desert wind.



I'm an illusion of self,
             cradled in the arms


of my own self doubt.

you are every allegory
in my catastrophe

Pick me up. Read me.
Fan my pages. Break my spine.
Make notes. Place bookmarks.
Try to learn and understand what may not make sense to you.
Skip ahead and then go back.
Re-read.
Interpret.
Take me in.
Dog-ear the important pages.
Feel the weight of the whole volume.
Do you have questions?
What are your favorite parts?
What do you wish to rewrite?
Or do you only wish to add?
Pick me up. Read me.