a poem to my mother

life is like a craft
created by none other than a mother
"my baby's beautiful" she laughed
although it's just love she wants to smother
for her baby was born, another
 
life is like a chore
but my mother takes the load
shielding me from the downpour
she loved me, it showed
for her pain was swallowed
 
life is like a honeypot
a trap made to lure people
into the riches it lots
but real honey is equal
while honeypots are feeble
 
therefore life is influenced by honey
it seeps into every crack of a heart,
and makes the days ever so sunny
its a glue, a goo, to finalize art
the art of a tart life
 
my mother is like honey
sweet, patient, and indiscreet
but only about her kids, for they are money
like the resources we deplete
except she makes me complete.

made by mak.li