My Mom
Even though she doesn't know it,
I'm always thinking about my mom.
I remember everything she's ever told me,
when she used to hold me,
and dressing me for prom.
Confident and calm;
That's where i get it.
Showed me how to be strong;
How could i forget it?
Mom, you're on my mind,
Because you've made me who I am.
You're such a good example,
And I'm doing the best I can.
I hope you believe in me,
The way that I believe in you.
I've watched you work so hard;
I appreciate everything you do.
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