My Mother

Is the sniper who watches her victims.

My mother is the doctor

 The god of the house, the leader, the cook, the hero, the firefighter

She is the teacher of the house

The wizard, the sage.

She would be the goose that travels around the world

Exploring new places in her big beautiful feathers.

She would be the dark green in the mood ring.

And be the meteor witch crashes the house when she is ignored

Or be an atomic bomb when people don’t do what she asks.

My mother would be a solitary rock when we all leave the house

Turning her into Bill Gates when she goes to work

Or she would be the Picasso when ideas hit’s her mind

And draw the monalisa on her canvas.

My mother would be the priest, the prayer, a sister.

That would light up candles in the church.

You were the statue of judgement

You knew the right from wrong,

The good and the evil,

And always find the responsible.

Because of you. I have learnt to be the father who would take care of his children.

Because of you. I have learnt valuable lessons; witch will be my guide to the future.

Because of you.  I now know who to trust, and who to avoid.

Because of you. I have my own map, to guide to places I want to go.

Because of you. I am the sound of music

Because of you. I am who I am.

Because of you. I wouldn’t know who to write about.