Ode to My Mother
There is a woman I know.
She is brave, and she is beautiful.
Her hair looks like mine,
Her eyes see mountains when the days are foggy.
Her hands are my branches and her arms are my harbor,
I see her in spring daffodils, in rainbows, in sunny skies.
She walks with a courage along the road,
Gives me a path to follow.
When I am strong, I see her spirit in me.