Poetry

Mom (#623)

I love you, mom,
As they say today, you’re the “bomb,”
I know things haven’t always been that good,
If I could take back all the heartache, I would,
Mom, I’m glad I have you,
Even though it may not seem that way when we argue,
You worried about me because you cared,
Heated moments and caring moments we’ve shared,
When I was young, you caught me when I was to fall,
Or when I’m a teenager and forgot to call,
I know we’ve had bad times but good ones too,
What I’m saying is, thank you,
Mom, I love you,
Thanks for being there always and true.

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