A Poem Like No Other

Because it is about my mother. She will help anyone in their hour of need. Her children are her seeds. She breathes in good and exhales bad, Sometimes I wish she was not so sad. She has had a complicated life. She would give her life If she had to for her children. She is a blessing in disguise, Has the most beautiful brown eyes. She went out to help support One child that is disabled. I am astonished that with all her pain And severe migraines she is able. A true heart of gold That breaks every mold. Her soul is just weary from irrefutable times. As I write these lines for my mother, She is perfect as can be, But hey, that is me!