My mother

I always listen to my mother.
She says something, and I listen. Ears & mind open, I know she has my best interest at heart.
She knows what's right, she prays for me, she is my role model.
She puts on a one-woman show in front of the TV, arms flinging & hips swaying, she sings a silly song by BonJovi. She walks into the room just to throw her arms in the air and shout at the top of her voice, "CHILDREN OF MY LOINSSSSSSS!" She acts like a nub & makes our life fun. She drives the minivan while I sit shotgun, & we talk about everything a teenaged girl would ever want (or sometimes, NOT want) to talk about. She brushes her hair the same way everyday, she never needs to wear makeup (but when she does, she looks GOOD). She smells like dried flowers and warmth. She loves with a full love. She cares about me and my life, as well as my brothers & sisters, and I appreciate it.
But sometimes, she makes me worry.