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My Mother and I
Her laugh, like a sweet symphony
Her smile, like the sun during summer breezes
She’s sweet; caring; loving
She’s stressed and wants happiness
She has pain and wants peacefulness.
The world, it breaks
It caves; Uncontrollably, Unreliably
It hurts; Undesirably, Unwillingly.
I show happiness and give happiness to people around me.
But in reality, I’m in pain and cry when no one’s watching.
I look for comfort; can’t find it
I look for love; sometimes realize I don’t need it
It’s too much to the point where all I can really do is just break and crumble into a million pieces.
I’m weak; She’s weak
I try to help; but nothing….nothing.
If I could just freeze….everything around…..just for a little happiness with the one I love, it’d happen in a blink of an eye.
She’s cries when I’m not around
She hides so I don’t give up.
She soars, like an angel from above, just to see me soar underneath the clouds.
She believes there’s hope and so must I.
Cause even in the darkest of times
The one thing we need is faith.
Even from beneath I wish there was more
That I could do.
But I’m so happy and glad that I have someone like her.
Who never grouches
Who never sobs
Who never displaces what we have to see me happy before her.
I ask you Lord, to please help
Not me, not my desires
‘But to help the woman in my life I call
Mother,
Best friend,
Sister,
Even Father at times,
Better than I could’ve ever helped her.
Because it’s not just me or my fantasies;
It’s My Mother and I!
In the hardest of times, she stills puts on a smile for me.

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