you're the reason I am who I am

Walking through life's thought,

how much does it take to hurt the worse, 

pain of my childhood rushing by "ouch",

so many sigh, just thinking about which time is the best time to cry,

My struggled life doesn't come close to a single mother life,

doing her best by fighting for her child,

Poor child forced to grow so fast,

dolls and fun outside were no more,

so close but mother couldnt handle the Total,

grow, grow, grow and Learn, learn.

Never owning the best things that life can offer,

but how that mother took the horrible struggling past to push her child to the best,

that child reached so much more then the mother asked, 

and through this walk and many struggles my mother became my one and only idol. 

 

This poem is about: 
My family

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