I Met Your Mother Yesterday

I met your mother yesterday,

I saw your pain in her eyes,

She couldn’t even fake a smile.

She spoke so highly of you,

All the things she wishes you could accomplish, All the goals and dreams you want to achieve.

I met your mother yesterday,

She had a halo over her head,

Her face made up of gold, precious but broken.

Though, she tried to smile regardless.

She spoke so proudly about your family,

Though I know they had an impact in her being the way she was inside.

I decided not to ask anything because for the first time in a long time she actually opened up to someone.

I met your mother yesterday,

She told me about all her art pieces, canvases and photographs.

Before I asked where they were, she spoke and said,

“I didn’t want anyone to see them, so I buried them before ‘She’ was even born.” She said you reminded her of those art pieces,

She said you are the reason she wishes she never buried them.

You know why?

Because she says, you are art itself.

A precious dime that belongs in the gallery,

A precious stone worth love, not money.

I met your mother yesterday and she told me she loves you.