Strong

Oh mom 

you tell me how

to dream like the kid you were

and how our lives happen the way they do

for a reason you don't know.

But since your mom passed,

who is the one to tell you

that this shall pass?

How do you be the one 

to bring me up when I'm down

when the you're the only one

who can do that for you?

It's hardly fair

and I'm not sure how,

all I know is that you're

the strongest woman I have ever met.

I wish to be even a peice like you.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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