My mother has the softest heart
She wears it on her bruised wrist
Tho many have tried to rip her willed heart apart
She still loves openly she takes that risk
It's one of the many uncountable things of her I admire
That and her strength to get out of any situation
She's an unquenchable flame an undying fire
She's God's beautiful creation
With her head held high she goes through every storm
She takes many hits for me and my siblings
I might not know much about love but she's it's...