A Mother

July 15, 2011
A heart made of gold,
Never ending dreams for her children,
A mother is more than what is told,
When her child is in despair, Who reaches out a hand?
The one who brought them to this world,
For she loves her child more than breathing on land,
When times grow hard as the years go by,
She makes troublesome days disappear,
Even though they fight,
They still love each other,
Even though I get mad doesn't mean I hate you,
It just means I'm imperfect,
Unable to see your side of the problem,
But if there is one thing I do know...
It's that I love you and nothing will ever change that

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