TO TONYA

TO TONYA

My words
Are given to this lady
As the Embodiment
Of the writer
I soon will be

Never once have I seen her
Never was her voice
Memorize
I do not even know the first
Fact about her life

So why do I call her mom

One day
She said to me
Slow down
Find your way
A proper poem in grammar
Will come some day

Just write what you feel
Tough was her help
Pushing me to find my skills

Try it this way
So many times
She would say

So why do I call her mom

Without even knowing me
She gave her time and help
This was a priceless gilt
She gave as free

So why do I call her mom

I hope now
My little crazy poems
Brings her a smile
Still she might say
A little work here but you are on your way