My Beautiful Mother
She sits, alone in her living room
Knitting her entire life into a cup coaster
Watching her soaps.
Her heart swells too big for her tiny chest
Singing a country song out of tune
Washing the dishes.
Wounded by years of giving
Her heart pounds extra hard to compensate
After her heart attack.
Small in stature, she stands taller than the tallest man
Never thinking twice about making extra
To feed a friend.
Simple in her thinking, she radiates her inner beauty
Always helping out in any small way
Never thinking of herself.
She sits, alone in her living room
Knitting her entire life into a cup coaster
Watching her soaps.
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