HENRY, 11
Texas
Rawson Sanders
I would like to thank my mom and Mrs. Warrick
Ode to My Mom
Scribbles on paper
As the colors spread
She whips up a picture of me
She tells me to be calm
And let my emotions flow
To be free from rigidity
She is a paintbrush
Graceful and free
Spreading color wherever she goes
When I need her most
She is the sun
To lift me up when I’m low
You know me like you’re reading my mind
Sweet like cake
You are kind to all
When I'm around you It's like a warm hug
Keeping my toasty under the snowfall
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