Mother and Son

She has messy hair
but he doesn’t care
He smiles at her anyway

Wrinkles and lines are in her skin
but really that's okay with him
He smiles at her anyway

Not a drop of make up upon her face
wearing baggy sweats, no satin or lace
He smiles at her anyway

With the shadow of sleep still in her eyes
she's the first to awaken to his cries
perhaps she's not perfect as the world would deem
but she's the mommy of perfection in his little dreams
and so he smiles at her anyway

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