Mother

I first met you September fifth nineteen nighty-five.
I was a lone traveler from a distant world and your sweet and lovely face was the first thing I saw when I entered this world. What did the others call it? Oh yes, earth.

Your face was just so lovely I started to cry.

"Who is this lovely woman before me?" I tried to ask, but only silly spunds came out of my mouth. I was told this would happen. The others had told me I wouldn't be able to speak legible words. They said I would have to wait about a year before I could speak to you.

So I stopped crying and looked at her lovely face and she looked at me.