You Are a Garden

Acrostic poem for my wonderful Mom on Mother's Day.

How could you, Mother, be so versatile?
A myriad of colors and new creations,
Perennial life stretching up to the sun,
Providing us brilliance across all seasons,
You remain undefined by a single moment.

Month after month, we admire your beauty.
Opening our eyes, your energy dazzles,
Turning our heads with enduring magnificence,
Hypnotically, holding our attention.
Enchanted, we witness your constant change,
Reminded of the pleasures of today, tomorrow, and yesterday,
Seeing the world of eager futures and relived dreams through you.

Dynamic Life Mother, your every blossom is so different.
A myriad of colors and new creations,
You are a garden where all things grow.