I could ramble on about how beautiful you are, how much you mean to me, how heartily I adore you; I could try to embed the beauty of your hazel eyes in the most exquisite poem. But no matter how hard I try, all this is way beyond the capacity of a mere piece of paper. Instead I want to express how I feel when I look at you:
There are stars,
millions of stars in the sky.
Looking at them twinkle makes me wanna fly.
There’s this high feeling in the pit of my stomach reflecting on my smile.
And yet, if there is one shining star I’ve ever wished to be close to, if there is a star that truly made me smile, it is my Mamma.
It is my Mamma who outshines Sirius, my Mamma who gives me that high feeling with every flashing smile. It is Sirius’ Star that gives me strength, not because it’s poise I behold or beauty in its truest sense.
It’s the star, the star that truly listens, the star that brings me solace and eternal bliss. The star which never just goes away in evanescence.
The most precious thing there is, the most precious thing I’ve ever seen. The most precious person I know there ever will be…
To the moon and back, and to the moon again; beyond the gazillion stars and all there is so gay. The many orange skies, beyond the universe’s mélange and its myriad array; just so so so much…
Mamma, I adore you!
-Your embrace is my safe haven-
There is nowhere I’d rather be than reside deep in your heart forever ✨
Have the most fantabulous year! Wishing you the happiest birthday, Michelle. Stay pretty, slay that poise, make them green with envy.
As if they even have a choice!
© achillesheelpoetry, 2020