If someone were to ask me,
“Who today is the person
you'd want to be tomorrow?”
I'd say, “My mama:
my best friend, my hero.”
For a painting would not be a painting
without a painter and their paint.
My mama soaked me in greens and pinks
till all my emptiness became faint.
There is something beautiful
in the way my mama smiles,
in the way she pursues happiness,
in the way she runs for miles.
It is my mama who loves me when
I feel all alone.
It is my mama who hugs me even though
I am all grown.
My mama is the reason I keep a rhyme
in the poems I compose.
She is the one who taught me to dance to the beat
in the direction the music flows
And to her, I will always be in a debt so grand,
that the only way I can repay
is to make the most of the life she has given me
and to be a kind human along the way.
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