My mother, My Joy Giver (Poem by Satire)

She's here 

When I'm in tear 

She's my halfway

I walked her runway

She carries my anger

She shares my laughter

She's a trader 

I'm her trade

Let the world tell her

I'll be her aid -

When the wind whirls by

I'll be her beauty 

When wrinkles lines by

She's my cutie.

Salaudeen O. Tesleem

SN: Satire