She wakes up every day
With a smile
Ready to fight her day
To run that mile
She looked tired
But fought through it
At night she cried
But those eyes were always lit
She never lied
But her words had wit
Her smile held pain
Fire in those eyes
Her efforts never vain
Words always wise
She gave up her dreams
So I lived my dreams
She is my home
She is my Mom.
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Chaotic Mind
PoetryMy collection of random poems I wrote Please don't judge I hope you like them Thank you Cover designed by my brother. He's just great.
