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My Mom

April 26, 2013
By Crystal Richart BRONZE, Chicago, Illinois
Crystal Richart BRONZE, Chicago, Illinois
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I was that bump in your stomach when you were only sixteen
And while I grew up,
You were my beautiful queen.
Rolling your luggage and sneaking away
All because grandpa didn’t want you to stay.
Being departed from me must have been a difficult thing
But you made sure you’d find your way right back to me.
Not once did you ever deprive me of things
You worked so hard so I could have everything.
Fast forward to when I was about thirteen
You said that I had grown up to a teen
You reminded me every day that education was key
Apart from all the boys who had desired me.
Years flew by and I was a freshie
I had my first heartbreak and you were there for me
Holding my hand
Wiping my tears
I never really thanked you for that terrible year.
I’m not sure if you understand how much you really mean
But I am who I am because of thee.



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