Mom
Although I may not show it,
My mother is all I need in life
And I know it.
She's the reason why I strive to live.
She's like my guardian, my friend, my sister
Who only has love and wisdom to give
For me to blossom in a world filled with grief and tragedy.
I wouldn't trade her over for anything else in the world.
A dazzling, hardworking, and fearless mentor
Who guides me through tough times with words and actions.
"Big girls don't cry," she tells me,
Wiping away my tears ever so gently.
Although I may not show it,
My mother is all I need in life
Because she loves me unconditionally,
And I know it.
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