Mom

You've taken care of me from the start,

even before I had a beating heart.

Singing me to sleep and tucking me in bed,

placing your sweet kisses upon my head.

You gave me baths and healed my wounds,

always thinking about how I grew up too soon.

You may think I forget about the good times we've had,

but the truth is being around you makes me so glad.

In the car listening to Landslide,

makes me think "what a great ride."

With all the things we've had to go through,

I'm proud to share my life with you.

This poem is about: 
My family

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