Love is simple. Love is: Mom

It’s not the fact that she’s my Mom.
It’s the unconditional way in which she loves—
so flawless,
as if she did not see
all of me—
because
she only reads
the best in me.

It makes me feel as if
she is  too good
for me…

Yet

I am not,
because…
to her—
I am unmarked.

She is simple,
she is love
she is Mom.