When the world is long and cold
When matched against her beauty
The world releases the sorrow it must hold
In her warm and loving hands
That is where my heart stands
When I am full of hate
She reminds me this is not my fate
Yes my mom is many things
But it is love that she brings





Copyright 2008
Aubrey Settels

2008 Elementary School - 10 year old, 2nd Prize Winner