MOTHERS' DAY POEM

MOTHER AND ME

Someone I never really knew; she was always there for me;

Watching daily as I grew, and fulfilling her duty.

A comfort figure in the haze, doing what she had to do.

Her voice she somtimes had to raise, if I refused to don my shoe.

In truth I never knew my mother; but do we ever really know

The one who loves us like no other; the one who never lets us go?

A child like me could never see her tender love and care so true.

If she was here again with me, I'd look at her with eyes anew.

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