The deep blue abyss, always happy.
A glint of pride, hidden inside.
Her hands, warm against my own.
callused, rough, from hard times lotion,
pulled over like a cape trying to smooth the permanently, punctured hands.
Her love, stronger then any sea, powerful, giving all she has, to me.
My mother, is my savior, is my angel.
She cares for me when I am sick, yells at me when I do wrong, helps me to be strong.