Mom

by Joshua Witucki

The smell of old lady perfume lingers.

She has never liked ginger.

She is a bottle of joy.

She coddles and gives many hugs.

Although she is not a nurse,

she excels at healing cuts with generic pain killers.

She is the opposite of barbaric;

She is mom, one of the best, if not the best.

I love my mom and she knows it too.

My mom is the the bomb.