She is my warm chai.

Sweet, with depth and a hint of spice.
She is fragile and strong,
Intuitive and wise.

She listens with empathy,
Looks past what she sees.
She taught me to use my words,
And not to people please.

She is my life vest in a choppy sea,
My inner voice reminding me to breathe.
Her heart is my safe space.
I rest there, where I am free.

Not much for neatly in a row,
But like wildflowers,
Who bend with the wind,
We grow.

In the grasp of my child’s hand,
I walk with appreciation and pride.
It was she who showed me
To walk side by side.

She is the cherry on top.
She, who comes with extra sprinkles.
My heart dances in her laughter
Where she finds wrinkles.

Her words are my praises that sing.
She is my anchor while I’m off swimming.
Drifting away from myself,
She is my spring.

We ebb and flow in perfect harmony.
It is I who chose her,
And she,
who created me.

My first trust fall.
My never alone.
She is called Mom,
But she is my home.

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