Mom
I look into your eyes,
I see myself
I wouldn't say it is a bad thing.
Its the complete opposite.
I look up to you,
Not only are you my mother,
But my best friend as well.
Whenever I need advice I got to you,
I love you.
I do not know what I would do,
If you weren't here with me
You have taught me
To get through it all
With my head help up high
Knowing there is a storm
But the calm is yet to come.
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