Mother
Your fingers stroking through my hair
My heart is warmed
Your gentle press on my shoulder
Reminds me why I’m here
In your absence
My light is extinguished
Without you
The darkness creeps in
You taught me your ways
Through example I followed
You taught me the difference
Between needs and wants
I needed your nurturing
I wanted your knowledge
I need to grow up
I want to keep your forever
You’ve prepared me for my future
Always wishing best
If it weren’t for you
I wouldn’t be me
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