Mother

A fractured mind and an old soul aged before its time, infused with an amount of elegance I can only hope to achieve someday. She has an ease with herself that I am terribly envious of.

She has a train of though that only a select few can seem to catch. Seeing the world in colors so surreal she makes the rest of us look black and white.

If you are one of the privileged allowed to see passed her blank stare and paper smile, you will become witness to a level of beauty only seen in fiction. Not something as temporary and superficial as the skin she wears, but the true wonder she keeps hidden inside her cracked shell.

I have never known a love more potent than that of my mother's and will more than likely never again feel something as tranquilizing as her warm embrace. In her arms I am everything I thought I couldn't be. She says I'm her hero, but she's really mine.

She is a creature so beyond this small world that to reach her is a journey in itself. I'm lucky enough to have a highly coveted all-access pass that will never expire.

She has always had a way with words and she weaves them well. A trait she gifted me as well. She has a kind word for everyone she meets, but she saves the best for me alone.

Even though it is my birthright to have her as my maternal origin it is still an honor to share not only her blood, but a small part of her soul as well. For whatever souls are made of, hers and mine are the same.

Love is too paltry a word to explain the magnitude of feeling I hold for her. Perhaps if I say the words enough times they will take on a new meaning, a more important meaning.

So mama I want you to always remember that I don't just love you. I am me because of you. And there are, nor will there ever be, any words in this or any other language that can compare to that.