Mother
She is always
Radiant
In the morning
The clinking of pots & pans
She loves to laugh at the
Popping
Of the butter, or at the comics
-in the Sunday's paper.
Always showing those
Pearly whites
-a smile that is contagious
And the sun that
Kisses
Her blonde hair, & gives and extra
Twinkle
-to her eyes
She is always
Radiant
In the morning.
Copyright © Amanda Chattman | Year Posted 2005
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