Poetic Device: Alliteration
I see you looking at me with pride and tears
When I got ready for my first day of school.
When I walked up to the stage, head held high, to collect my prize.
You clapped the loudest; I know, even when you were lost in the midst of the crowd.
I call for you when I’m hurt; I call for you when I’m happy;
You stand like a rock on a stormy day at the ocean, cool, clam and collected,
While the whirl pool is churning all around around you, and inside of you.
If you are made of flesh and blood,
God must have added something special
There is no way all of us can be made the same.
It’s you, amma.