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

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