To Mom
I've felt hope
I've felt despair
Yet nothing compares
To the feeling of another person's care
She's always been there
Through thick and thin
Even those days that I've gotten under her skin.
She's struggled and stressed
And here I am now, making such a mess.
But she kept going, pushing herself to her limits
So now I'm working minutes upon minutes.
Those minutes turn to hours
Showing how much power
I can put to make what's she gave me ours.
She's helped me with my future
and I should give back
So let's win this and continue the attack.
She gave me the tools to my education
And that's only part of the reason she's my inspiration.
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