Mama
The most beautiful word.
When you hear that word,
you know it means love.
One day,
I saw a woman with delicate hands.
I know without asking she wasn't a mama.
Hands that do the gardening but
gentle enough to pick up a crying child.
Her perfect nails didn't have dirt under them.
She didn't get to play outside in the mud with her daughter.
Her face was smooth as glass with no tear stains.
A mama's face has wrinkles because of laughing so much.
She has tear stains from crying tears of joy everytime her daughter makes it in life.
For some people the world mama doesn't mean much.
But for me,
it means love, true neverendig love.
I love my mama 4-ever and always!
