Mom

Also written in eighth grade...

Adults call her Audrey
And children call her Mrs. Moore
But I call her mom.
Mom, who smells like chai tea latte and amber romance
Whose hair is a golden version of the angel hair with which she decorates the house at Christmas time
Mom, who tells me to always use good judgment.
There are angels dancing over you with singing, she says
And after we go shopping or to Starbucks she says to us kids that this just isn't one of those things that you tell your father
Mom, whose voice strains to keep above a whisper but watch out! when she gets angry she'll roar like a lion
Or if you sneak up behind her she will shriek like a cat
Mom, who grew up on a farm and can emulate the voice of any animal she wants.
Mom enjoys curling up by the fire and reading a novel that I pick out
Or, if the weather approves, going on a long walk with my father.
Mom is my biggest fan
She likes to buy me pretty things and has an eye for style
But most of all my mom loves me and enjoys time spent with me.