The metaphor

My mother

My mother is like a flawless building, standing straight and tall. Never does it waver even when the earthquakes strikes. It is made from strong concrete that seems to stand forever. Its windows sparkles brightly in the bright rays of sunshine, and even the building itself seems to hold an air of determination and success with all the people buzzing about inside. Raised voices are never heard inside the building because everyone would always be calm and serene. The walls inside the building are pure white; no hint of dirt could ever be detected. Even the air inside is ever-so clean and pure without any air pollution. All the equipments  are flawlessly clean. The building buzzes with success all the time. 

The Day I Started Hearing the Hollyhocks
Poem response to "The Sound of the Hollyhocks"

Black, the colour my world, after my wife left me and died. 

My insides, had burned with fire

at my mom I never did admire,

and  I curled up on bed and cried.

Then one day a miraculous thing had happened: 

a mysterious voice had spoken and chilled me to the bone.

"Who are you?" I said in an undertone.

That mysterious voice really had me stunned.

"Who on earth are you talking to?"  my mother said.

And as realization dawned on her, her face grew scared

Her face and nostrils became flared.

"You're hearing voices which only speak to you," she said.

After that she rushed me to the hospital and I was left there all alone.

Hearing the voice again I then looked out the window,

That's when I noticed several Hollyhocks standing out in the meadow,

and that made me groan.

I then knew where the mysterious voice had come from

and that they would speak only to me.

Three weeks had passed and I began to see

the wonderful affects of life without my mom.