Poem for my mom

My mom,
is a conventional mom,
and sometimes a mom out of this world.
She is the mom who works tirelessly,
but also the mom who, when she cooks, can heal any pain.
She is the mom who leaves home early every day,
but when she has a little free time, she plans ways to make me feel loved.
She is the mom who comes home late,
but stays up helping me with my solar system project.
She is the mom who sometimes naps like Sleeping Beauty,
and other times is the goddess of sleep; capable of holding me in her arms until Morpheus comes to get me.

My mom,
is the strongest person I know,
the hardest-working,
the happiest,
the most sensitive,
the most understanding,
the most human,
and for that,
she owes me nothing, and I owe her nothing.

More than the infinite love she feels for me — and that I feel for her.