I wish to dedicate the following poem to my mother for always being there and supporting me in my writing. Thanks, Mom!
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Most of my life, we spent together.
Since the day I learned to walk to the day I grew bitter.
Yet, despite all of that, you remained the same,
Always benign and taking the blame
For our misdemeanours.
You held my hand when tears were rolling
Down, down, down my cheeks.
You told me things would be fine when years were flying
By, by, by one after another.
You told me to keep on following my passion and
Not, not, not to worry about the hurtful words of others.
For all those times, I wish to say
On this chilly Christmas Day
That there are not enough words I could give away
To show my love to the one and only
Mom.
Merry Christmas
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P-P-P-Poetry
PoetryMy amateur attempts at writing poetry. Don't expect too much, as this is as silly as it can be. Some though, may end up having deep meaning.
