a poem for mom:
happy mother's day to all the moms out there ___ you - shaking worlds you move me. like six years old: when my best friends and I raced each other down the empty roads, played hide and seek in the dark, and rode our bikes til our legs gave out and then some more, youth - the pinnacle of it, my favorite memories were then. you move me like a burning fire in a kingdom of rock and ice you, my candle in the night - a soft, protecting warmth you move me your confidence, strength, understanding, your faith you inspire me you stirred into life my desires and aspirations and guided me away from the path of least resistance and threw me to myself and told me to stay me because you knew all i wanted to do was to be unlike me and be like you fearless and unwavering, can i be like that, too - maybe? you move me like nine years old when i met my grandmother for the very first time and felt the age in her hands and saw the stars in her hair