#12

This is an ode to mothers. The people that tucked us in at night under the covers. The ones that show us so much love to the point it might smother. But we know it's all in good nature, so we still love her. The most critical person that must approve of her child's lover. Because love from your mom, you shall never know another.

She provides solutions, she nurses contusions, brings clarity to confusions, a source of amusement, a mother is somewhat of an illusion.

She can transform from your best friend, to a driver of a mini van to take you to school classes and practices that she says must attend.

We lean on our mother in times of stress and sorrow. They are especially handy if you need a little money to borrow. Because no matter how much you "mess up", they'll still love you tomorrow.

This is an ode to mothers, past, present, and future. That make the path to our dreams, such much smoother. Women that can truly be called life's nicest tutor.

Mothers, mothers this is an ode to you, so stand up in your spot. To the only people that can call full-grown men silly names like "poo-poo-pot". Because they carried us for nine months and felt us grow big, from just a tiny love knot.

A round of applause for mothers, who took care of things we could not, so that we need not worry about much. They truly freed our thoughts.