March 29, 2011
By Andrea Scibetta SILVER, North Tonawanda, New York
Andrea Scibetta SILVER, North Tonawanda, New York
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You are my mother but you are also my friend,
You are the person on which I can depend.
On this day it's my love that I send,
A love that is not a game; it is not pretend,
A love that I hope you see is without an end.

So many many moments I'll always remember,
Late night board games and autumn walks in September.
Movies about love and us trying to sing,
Shopping trips and summer days on our swing.
Lullabies as a child and pick up games of basketball,
We've shared so many laughs through it all.

There will be times that my own heart will break,
At the very sight of seeing yours ache.
I know losing her was our greatest road block,
But at the gates of heaven she was able to knock.
Remember these times that together we grieved,
It was then that our relationship was more closely weaved.

I am proud to have a mother in the front lineup of God's army,
When I was fighting His battles you were always next to me.
It's obvious that He spent extra time carving your heart,
When from you I know I could never part.

The author's comments:
You will always be my mother. You will always be my friend.

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