Motherly Nature

As a child you were held, kissed and felt love. 

You knew she cared about you and seemed like an angel sent from above. 

But imagine never receiving affection. 

I’d wonder if you’d ever even guide me in the right direction. 

Over the years, I’ve learned that although I never got cherished. 

I could not let my own love perish.

Today my love for others is so sincere.

That now, I hold that affection close and dear.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
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