Brothers Bonifacio, Poetry

Happy Mother’s Day to My Mom

She showed me to start on my knees By the bed, before the day busies She showed me how to be generous Especially to those others refuse She taught me to use color and shape Said I was a hero and tied my cape With tears she watered my dreams And tried to tame all my extremes Though I have left, gone on my own I enjoy the fruit of seeds she’s sown – written for my mother, Marie Bonifacio, on Mother’s Day 2013