My Mom
My Mom is a fire.
She is the flames, spreading her kindness.
She is the heat, warming others.
She is the singes, leaving burns of knowledge in your mind.
She is the smoke, alerting me when I’m blind of the situation.
She is the light, leading the way when I’m troubled.
She is the yellow, radiating a smile to my eyes.
She is the red, showing a loving heart.
She is the orange, a sunset kissing down onto my forehead.
My Mom is a fire.
Happy Mothers Day 2015!
Love,
Weston
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