Words cannot describe the feelings that I’ve long held inside, because of the way you cried and what we both survived. You were an angel to a brown eyed child who sometimes felt cast aside by the world when he went outside. In my heart, you abide a beautiful woman, crowned with heaven’s stars, with diamond eyes created in light divine. Every person has has a mother, but you are mine. They see a part of you when they look into my eyes. When I weep, I hope you hear my solemn cries, and in my joyfulness, I hope you see the serenity in my smile. I am forever your child, born of your pain, with your blood in my veins. In the twilight, I feel you looking upon me lovingly; I whisper to you the sentiments in my heart that are true, and I hold within my soul beautiful discoveries that are new. In the late hours, I contemplate your favorite Bougainvillea flowers, and in beautiful colors I see you. I will say with everything in me for an eternity, that I love you. My Mother. My Angel.
