To My Mother

The Broken reflection of her, my lovely lady, is impeccable. Her beauty surpasses that of any I've ever seen. The prettiest rose weeps at the competition, and she outshines the brightest star, dulling it to a pitiful state...yet looking closer shows a diamond in the rough...she comes from a harder time, a tougher life where the tears she cried flow as a river of melancholy to her modern day self. Memories with sharp little teeth...
She's leaving me for another life of green and little coffee shops filling the corners of her emptiness. I can barely write a symphony of words to express the agony...the ache my heart is forced into when I think of her being so far away...yet there are not enough words I can think of to explain how much I'll miss her....So here I lay....sadness demanding my attention and silence commanding my lips.