Mum
She was hurt
she loved
she drank
she forgive
she forgot
she got sick
she cried
she became week
but never gave up
she stayed strong even in a hospital bed
even in the different hospital
places she never wanted to be in and places she had to be in.
she handed over her life to the lord in the moment before death.
she became happy and well, yes it was a miracle.
no more drinking ,just the odd cries
she struggles but she’s strong ,she has scars ,she gets sad,
but she’s amazing and without of a fail she never forgot to
Love us ,clean us ,feed us. she is amazing and there no one like her.
She is my mother and I’m blessed to have her.
LOVE YOU MUMMY
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