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She lays you down in bed
As you start to fall asleep
She stares at your face
While you start to dream
She rubs your head
In the motion of a stream,
As you finally dose
She looks at your eyes
You are now on an adventure
Searching in the skies.
The woman I speak of
Is also called mom
She makes sure you are happy
From dusk until dawn
She never gets mad
Over a mess of your toys
She doesn’t overact
When you make a lot of noise
The clock spins around
As time passes by
This young baby girl
Is now in Junior High,
More independent she stands
At this time in her life
She is starting to figure out
What’s wrong and what’s right
Although this is true
Her mother is still there
To comfort her in need
And stroke at her hair
The clock jumps again
To when the girl is eighteen
By this time in life
It is the world she has seen
Starting to pay bills
And live a bit free
Her mom is still there
Standing a bit back
But showing she still cares,
A few months pass
While the girl must engage
Not meaning a wedding
But walking a stage
This young adult
Is going to finish cool
As she grabs her diploma
And graduates high school
She feels so happy
To hold it in her hand
But way deep inside
This girl cannot hide
She know she would not be here
Without her mom by her side
She runs up to hug her
While down fall the tears
The clock has now skipped
A few more years
This girl is now twenty
Almost twenty-one
By the time her mom reads this
School will be done
The girls name is Brandi
I’m not talking about wine
The great name above
Is actually mine
My mom is my power
She keeps my head strong
She backs me up
Even when I’m in the wrong
Her name is Cindy
But I call her mom
This poem is for her
Because she is the bomb
 
The Poem was written by,
Brandi Nichole Hodgson

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