To describe my mother would be like describing the most passionate woman in the world,
who loves her children to death?
She is like running water,
oven of fury,
and provider of her three children.
My mother reminds me of a Dodge Stealth burning rubber on Dillingham Boulevard with the with pebbles under the tires,
people not even beside her,
and in no time flat eating hotdogs in Kaimuki to fly by “Rat-race.”
My mother flies like the wind,
stings like a scorpion,
and cooks noodles to die for.
My mother will beat up the neighbor’s parents to protect her children.
I Love you mama.