Beautiful is my mother who stands before me.
Brilliant eyes, loving smile.
A grin, rather a smirk toils on the corners of her mouth.
The wind makes her lovely hair wave to me, as if to say, “hello.”
Her arms ajar, waiting for me to complete the puzzle, I hug her as I walk up to her.
She is my loving mother, a beautiful creature indeed.
As of now, she has eight beautiful children whom she loves each one equally for their talents and beauty.
Upon my cheek she lay her hand so soft, and I speak these words to her,
"I love you my dear, beautiful mother and I hope you will never forget that for as long as you shall live."