What’s more soothing
Than a new borns laughter ?
They asked me
I smiled with epiphany
What’s fresher than the
Freshly fallen snow?
What Elevates us?
when we’re low
All I could think of was my mom’s face
I ascertained
Seeing me smile
Her face blooms like
Flowers fallen in the winds of spring
who thinks bout others
Before her own grace
the most beautiful thing on earth? it’s her face!
And yet it’s nothing compared
to her heart
She resides in my soul
Even if we’re ever physically apart
Her compliments make me forget the world’s applause
Seeing her smile is my steady heartbeat
In the crowds of millions of voices,
Hers is the one that sings