Mothers
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Complete, First published May 10, 2015
You care unconditionally without judgment or placing blame, you’ve loved me from the day you knew of my growing existence to the day you gave me my name. And though at times I give you trouble, at times I make you sweat. You are my mother and this fact you never let me forget. Though you are single and working yourself weary to the bone I’ve never seen a woman as strong as to raise three children on her own. You teach me what it means to be a man and show me that women are worthy of respect. When I grow older and start dating this is something I will not forget. Whether you spend your days and nights at school or working various jobs, you always take time to raise me because that’s kind of your most important job. You shelter me, you feed me, instill in me values you hold dear. But when I stepped out of line you always tore up that rear. No mama you didn’t play any games, didn’t tolerate disrespect and despite the stressful years you still maintain your beauty. Not a wrinkle in sight, nor a hair turned gray. No matter how far we may drift apart over the years to my heart I will always keep you near. You are a mother and not just any you are mine. You are my mother, my hero and role model for all time.
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