a poem to my motherA Poem about My MotherMore Like This
I see you,
I always see you.
When the others don't understand you,
I will always look you in the eyes,
I will always hear your words,
even when you aren't speaking
I will always listen to your conversations,
and think about your past,
what you would have been like
when you were younger,
and if you thought this way
about your mother.
I will always feel so sorry about fighting,
and yelling at you,
even when you deserve it.
I will always think about how hard you work
and how hard you still work,
and that you do it mostly for me.
I will always admire your strength,
your rock-hard will,
your ability to deal with anything.
I will always describe you as intense,
because that is what you are,
but not all you are,
because you are jolly, lively, and friendly.
I will always think about how pretty you are,
and how happy your face makes me;
how nice it is to hug you,
how comforting you are.
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