With her arms full of love, she wraps me in

and tells me that I haven’t outgrown childhood;

and yet, she teaches me everything about the real world.

Her voice can be as sweet as

the nightingale, or as powerful as 

a lion’s roar;

because she knows when it is

time to make herself be heard.

She doesn’t know it, but everyday

she gives me a lesson;

Because if I know how to be a woman,

it is because I have always listened to

her.

With her, there is always a perpetuous 

 smile on my face and laughs never cease.

And whenever there are tears, her shoulder

seems to find me each time.

Again, her arms full of love wrap me in

and she tells me that I haven’t outgrown childhood.

And instead of complaining, I nod.

I nod because it was in childhood that I first met her,

and if adulthood is next to come, 

I hope to take at least a fraction of 

her with me on that next adventure.