Glowing is her open caveOr is it herThe mother of many who are not hersThey never stay long but they are hersPearly whites complete her uniformTapestry of her coordinating thunderstormHer way of saying “All are welcome here.”She offers me her hatThe broken straws fit her just right.How does she know I need it?I use it as a raftSet sailAnd send back for the next person.