This totally wasn’t written at 2 am Christmas morning.
Spotlight - By Isaiah Suso
Primitive human thought imagined the earth in the spotlight,
With neighboring astral bodies dancing around her.
Updated human thought imagined the sun in the spotlight,
With the planets dancing around her radiance.
However, I prompt one more update to point the spotlight a little further,
To the very shoulder that carries them all,
That shoulder carries me.
She is my mother.
Without the fee of a bus driver for transportation,
Or a sum of money for poorly made food,
My endeavors, my life, my actions,
Rest peacefully on her shoulder.
The weight of the baggage,
Can feel like that of a whale,
Yet she still follows through,
Handing each one of us a piece of her heart.
The pieces never grow cold,
And never fail to keep our anxious hands warm.
Everyone has a mother, but not everyone has you.
A mother’s shoulder makes the world strong,
But your shoulder makes our family mighty.
Merry Christmas AND a very Happy Birthday
I love you.
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