A Drizzle In the Midnight and a Petrichor That Swifts In the Morning
You are sunshine and a storm all at once
We are moved by your expertise, the loving
Art isn't in museums alone when you roam free
A masterpiece itself finessed on inspiring
Took days to hear your gentle sing
Any chance you'd lift my chin like you knew my worries
I miss you still. I couldn't break free from these kilometers between like I desired to
It's only when distance appears I get to ache the warmth from the back of your comforting hands
I always long to see you and your genuine smiles when he cuddles you in a blazed afternoons
There were days I would side steps,
In days you'd tremor like you're in an invisible tethered glass
You must be a falling angel, a deity, or a poor rose-tinted vulnerable chain—nevertheless, a beauty in all like no other
You aren't only mine to call But glad you flow in my veins
And this is what must be remembered,
You are my mother and I am your daughter
I love you more than the damage of enormous waves that wash clean the city
I love you so deeply more than the most bottomless hole where light is blurry
Today is Mother's Day, but it's me who receives the best poetry you prayed to God almighty
You have aged as a fine wine, appear like a wildfire, and touched like a calm night's bed
You are an imperfection and at the same time a visibly perfect dancer of your every sway
Thank you a million times over for the times you exist and disappear for me to call you my mother.
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