My bed of feathers

The picture shows my mother .

The kind expression shows her gentleness .

The gold heart shows that she has a heart of gold .

The golden streaks in her hair also shows that she has another side , that she is not as innocent as she seems .

My mother is like my bed of feathers ;

whenever I fall , she is there to catch me safely and softly .

She is soft and light alone , but together she is strong and sturdy .

When she is broken , she is like a torn feather pillow and her emotions get confused .

When she is composed , her heart is like a bed of feathers brought together to give warmth .

Always a comfort to me , for me to lie on and for me to pour my heart into .

She is the one and only mom I have , the bed of feathers that I will never throw away .