MyEverything

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
The love a mother has for her child is of the most unconditional type. A son is special to a mother. This is a poem about this kind of love and how he is her everything.

Submitted: February 20, 2013

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Capuccino tinted dermis

Button nose

Velvet strokes

Soft apple cheeks

Plump

Pink

I watch and think...

 

Forehead

Framed by feathers of slate

Tresses of ash

Each decadent lash

Never ending

Sweeping long

Across each almond

Eye blink

I watch and think...

 

A nest of hair

Powdery black

Waves of dark

A cushion of black ink

I watch and think...

 

Sparkling glitter drips from those eyes

You grip me with your ties

A smile to mesmerize

The perfect sunrise

I love you Mama

A cheeky wink

I watch and think...

 

Your laughter infects the skies

Cloudy blues turn to bright highs

A voice that heals

A void that fills

Sweet nothings

That's the thing

 

I watch...

I think...you are my everything

 


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