Momma

She whose beauty is like salt,
Who pleasant makes and simple tastes

She turns the wheel,
She sails the vessel

She rides the waves,
Pleasurably feels them with her toes

And as I watch her through fall's leaves
The gold somehow suits her

It dances on her flowing hair
It brightens her unique features

So when I catch her name
Among my daily pleasures

I will sail through these waters
And soften the bitter sea