Vickie Mcgee "I am a lover of words and a born again lover of life.I have four children and hope some day soon to be an accomplished world famous author and poet..."

my mother Made a pillow of my mother. I buried my head in her softness and nestled my face in her cool side. As I laughed,as I cried she absorbed the pain,the fear, and the joy. Made a bed a my mother. I twisted and turned and ruffled up her covers that were intended to keep me warm. I slept snug and sound in her love. Made a home of my mother. I walked through her doors and shook off the cold outside. I looked out of her windows at passing strangers,while safely inside. I sat in front of her heart's fireplace with her soul's blanket wrapped around my shoulders. Made a world of my mother. She is my universe. I hold up hands  to her sky,twirling in her laughter's rain and catching it in buckets, dancing and splashing in her puddles. I run in her fields,smelling her flowers,and capturing her creatures in the hollow of my hands. Made a life of my mother