An Apple
(Thanks to my mom, who helped
me in everything and in my poetry-making.)
My mom is like an apple, sweet and tender from the bite,
And whenever she has problems, she just holds on tight.
My mom is like an apple, always color red,
Forever not in bed.
As they say, “An apple a day, keeps the doctor away.”
So she’s my super hero, all the day!
My mother likes books and always in their room
And whenever she is there, I always like to groom.
She’s Happy when I’m Happy,
And rejoices in my glee.
July 6, 2014