i am from

i am from a loving mothers hands

sculpted by her calm nature

like clay in the hands of an artist

my mind the design of her being

her blood, my blood

her hurt, my wisdom

her love, my heart

i rhyme with the same rhythm

i see with the same eyes

i cry when she cries

each tear creates this strong mold

i am what she beholds

ill be the light in her darkness

when light no longer shines

ill be the embrace to her love

she paints me, on mark at a time

ink  in many colors, of many kinds

i am from a loving mothers hands sculpted by her being

Reviews

[Annabel Lee]

completely awesome(: