That's My Mom
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Última publicación jue, abr 16, 2015
That’s my mom.
As strong as hardwood
on a Teak Tree.
That’s my mom.
That’s my mom.
As beautiful as a Greek goddess;
Adonis
That’s my mom.
My life support,
My confidence,
My stability.
My laughter that turns into a monster,
My tears that run wild,
My growing love.
Everything she should be,
That’s my mom.
That’s my mom.
The one who wasn’t
always optimistic
but
was always by my side.
The one who loves
for me
to be in the
car with her
but
hates when I ask for a ride.
That’s my mom.
The one who told me
to
watch my thoughts
because
they become words.
to watch my words because
They become actions.
to watch my actions because
they become habits.
“And habits make character,
which soon becomes your destiny.”
That’s my mom.
That’s my mom.
The one I feel for
because
she didn’t have
a proper childhood.
The one who just needs
somebody to love her.
That’s my mom.
The one who doesn’t
want me to get a
job in
high school
because she
doesn’t
want me to
struggle
like she did,
That’s my mom.
My source so comfort,
My heart and soul,
My everything.
That’s my mom.
The one who drove me
to
school when I
missed the bus.
The one who picked me
out of the rain.
The one who still
listens
when I bicker and fuss.
The one I’ll walk beside
when on a cane.
The one who slept
with me
while I
was sick.
The one who wants so hard
for me to forgive her
but little
does she know
I already did.
Everything I have become…
That’s my mom.
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