Tears of Joy

I came into this world,
not knowing who I was.
I could here your cry of joy.
I was 5 and admired your smile.
I was 10 and you taught me how to cook.
I was 15 I was a rebel.
You helped me make the right choices.
I was 16 and you always found a way to alleviate me from a broken heart.
Now i'm 17 and your crying tears of joy, because of you i'm going to graduate.
Thank you mom.
Thank you for making me who I am today.

This poem is about: 
My family
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