To My Mom

It wasn't an ordinary day I knew it "Hey! shouted the doors but all of em' in roars I felt breathless and found four walls to be tasteless That day I rushed relax beds and pillows made me perplex I felt odd, cried "why this one?" disappointed in tons; I swam through the living room I felt many blossoms bloom, she; she's not ordinary I felt I wasn't to be in hurry I felt she has those same many words did really did define her name; those honors faded peril I tang waded but her extras never looked not fine; everything so good booked her smile was sweet Irrigated my desert; heart tweets.