‘Her hands hold me close, whenever the tears fall’ A poem for Mom by 14 year old Bookosmian from Salem

A character as dazzling as sunlight

Her smile as magnificent as the moonlight.

Her presence brings joy to my heart

Which gives me a fresh positive start.

Her hands hold me close,

Whenever the tears fall.

She is quick to show me,

That she will take care of it all.

Her face glows when I climb to a greater length

Her happiness fills me with super strength.

Her hands guided me when I took the first step

My heart has since walked with her in lockstep.

Who is this beautiful lady?

None other than my loving mom.