Sometimes I would say you're not my real mom
But I know this isn't true.
For you've been a real mom to me
In all the things we've been through.
We've had our ups and downs
Sometimes it's hard to bend
But you've always been there when I needed you
And that's what matters in the end.
You've been patient, kind and firm
Over the years as I've grown
And I'm eternally grateful to you
Because you've treated me as your own.
For though we're not tied by bloodlines
The love and trust you've given me
Is a precious gift day after day,
And that's what counts as a real mom to me.
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Poems.
PoetryThis is mostly my poetry but some are not. My poetry is pure trash, but hope my random writing entertains you.
