Mother’s Day Poem
AN ORIGINAL POEM
My mom is my everything.
The voice in my head that guides me to do good.
My advocate, fighting for what is right.
The guardian, always watching over me.
The caretaker, making sure am well.
What am I to her though?
In her eyes?
Her joy and pride,
Her love and anger,
Her blessing and burden...
I am her son,
That’s who I am.
My mom is my everything...
And I’m everything to my mother.
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