Magnetic. Outgoing. Memorable.

April 13, 2016

My heart can’t help but smile

At the way she stacks the mail in a pile.

Through laughter or tears,

With her I know no fears.

Our daily evening walks,

Full of memorable talks.

Of her I’ll always be proud,

Even when she laughs too loud.

I’ll always stay calm,

For I’d be nothing without my mom.

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