MOTHER OF MINE
You carried me;
When I could do no more.
You gave me a smile,
With the love that you poured.
Mother of mine.
You held my hand,
Through thick and thin.
And took me to places,
I've never been.
Mother of mine.
Even with,
The world on your shoulders.
You'll always be there,
As I get older.
Mother of mine.
Even after you pass,
You'll watch over me.
You've taught me well.
And now I can be,
A mother like mine.
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The Aden Grey Poetry Contest
PoetrySo Aden, for those who didn't know him, loved poetry. He was the one to get me into it. The first poem I ever wrote was for him, about him. This is something I meant to do a while ago but I kept avoiding painful memories. This is a poetry contest of...
