"Mom" upside down spells "wow."

This is my mom.

Chapter 1:

She,

along with 

Spiro T. Agnew,

Billie Holliday,

and Harriet Tubman,

is one of the best things

to ever come from the state of Maryland.

Chapter 2:

The best thing about being a child

was to wake up to her smiling,

saying,

"Are ya done sleepin?"

Some days,

when I came home from school,

there would be a surprise from her on my bed.

It's a habit I can't break:

I still check for surprises every day

when I get home.

Chapter 3:

She is a maker of beautiful things.

Homemade jam.

Quilts.

Garlands for Valentine's Day.

Not to mention the heart-shaped pizzas.

She sends a birthday card

to every person she knows

every year.

Chapter 4:

When you peek into her bedroom,

you bet your lucky stars

she's reading,

praying,

or napping.

Chapter 5:

Every day after school growing up,

she'd sit in the blue chair

while I told her about my day

and never asked about hers.

That's still how it is.

Chapter 6:

She has pictures of me on her mirror.

She keeps love notes from Dad 

taped up around the house.

She set the tithing check by the front door,

where I always noticed it.

She's a real lady.

That's all there is to it.