a sonnet for my mommy

I don’t know what else to say except that
had I met her when she was my age now
then I could have told her what no one else
tried enough. You are perfect. Please listen.
You are perfect. I try to tell her now
but I don’t think she will believe me. I
couldn’t imagine any other girl.
See, it’s funny like that. You could show me
a masterpiece; stars and seas that muse man
way beyond all human limitations.
I couldn’t give a fuck. I know I’m right.
Could I be wrong? No. I’m never wrong.
Find me outrageously enamored- it’s
time I admit- but you haven’t seen her.