Originally published on May 5, 2009.

My mom’s voice is like the
sound of rain pelting hard
on the ground. Her hair is
soft like a piece of cotton candy.
Her ears can hear from a
hundred miles. She sees
like a hawk and she looks
like pieces of sand moving
in the desert.
When she yells, it sounds like
a coyote howling in the night.
When she steps on the ground,
it sounds like a giant dog
running toward its owner
faster, faster. When she eats,
I can barely hear her
like a butterfly flying by.

By Lorenzo, 3rd grade
[photo by aimzy via flickr]

apad2This poem is featured as part of the 2009 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by WITS that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click on the logo to the left to learn more.

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