My Growth
An attack on his heart was an attack to mine
My mother tried to convince us that we were fine
I was only a baby, I could not comprehend
I could not do anything, no I could not mend
Now I am older with so much more to learn
Now I have to worry, I have much concern
What will we eat, how will I pay?
How will I get there, will we be okay?
I am independent, self-driven, and strong
Because of all which has gone wrong
It serves as motivation to go on and be great
And show my mom how much I appreciate
Her love, her strength, and her kindness
Has made me destined for greatness
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