My mother is real... <br /> <br />she is not the person described in <br />many odes and poems <br />she is not all perfume and <br />cinnamon and soft sheets and <br />beach holidays <br />she is not bed-time stories and <br />ballet recitals <br /> <br />My mother is real... <br /> <br />she wears over-alls when she <br />works in the garden <br />she cries loudly and even whails <br />when she is hurt <br />she cannot bake to save her life <br />and drives her car as fast as <br />possible <br /> <br />My mother is real... <br /> <br />I've seen her naked many times - <br />she has dark red birth marks <br />running down her one leg.... as if she is <br />carrying the stains of life, <br />marked for all the wrong things to <br />happen to her... and she shows <br />those scars for all to see <br /> <br />My mother is real... <br /> <br />She is not the Proverbs 31 woman <br />yet she is a child of God <br />and the Queen of my universe<br /><br />YURI DURAAN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-the-usual-poem-for-a-mother/
