She is a wise elephant, the leader of her herd, which almost makes up
For her lack of patience.
Her worries could fill up a bright blue ocean and seem to come with the tide.
Her beliefs are a magnificent oak tree
Standing tall in a gale force wind.
Her heritage and heart lies in the Mediterranean, yet her body resides in Alaska.
She longs to drive a brand new Audi in and out of the potholes of Girdwood
Yet she's stuck with a Toyota.
She's intelligent as a potholder is useful
But then how stubborn is a dull knife?
She loves the sun of June and takes no pleasure
In the first snow of the season, yet she calls Alaska her home.
"Off with her head!"
The Queen of Hearts would say, but she might consider an appeal.
A woman of justice she is, perhaps even a liberal.
She stands for doing no harm to nature.
A lone iris, which stands amongst the throng of weeds in her garden
Is her brightness.
She is, my mama.