This is a sonnet I actually wrote my mother for her birthday and I just felt the need to share but in a way Naruto thinks of his mother if he knew her.
My Mother, a sword in her strength, beauty, and grace.
My advisor, provider, and protector.
So many love her joyous and feral demeanor.
You can always find a smile on her face.
My Mother, a vibrant magenta aconite in a crystal glass vase.
Delicate but strong she remains through all endeavors.
Her ties to misfortune long severed.
She walks through life in her own indigenous pace.
My Mother, and angel in the eyes of her children.
She bestows her love upon millions.
Her laugh as contagious as her smile.
Wretched are those who have not been graced with her wile.
My Mother, her composer unyielding through turmoil.
My Mother, holds on to the ones she loves like a snake in a coil.