Madre
Nothing but love explains what I have for my madre.
such kindness in her voice and joy in her laugh
I would run miles for you and when you're old...give you a bath.
A perfect smile others see and you don't
and don't tell her to kill a spider because she won't.
Chunky cheeks like her fathers'
and such sass like her mother,
My madre' is one of a kind
and I refuse to compare her to another.
This poem is about:
Me
My family