For Mom

a poem dedicated to my mother

she is built

from oceans,

vast and 

all knowing

eons of wisdom

flow through 

her

like blood

through veins

and arteries

she has 

pouring rainstorms

in her eyes

and she

is a raging

sea

after all,

when the tide

is pulled

into dark depths

unknown to man

it always comes

back

stronger than before

she is a 

tsunami wave

and a hurricane

all wrapped into

one

and yet

i know her 

waters to be

warm and

smooth

calm and steady

an unstoppable

force made gentle

cradling me

like she has

from the very

beginning