Mom
You Held my hand when I was weak.
You held me close when I would weep.
My mother, and my best friend.
You protect me from the sorrows and hardships that often in life descend.
You made me all that I am
An artist, a poet, and a loving friend.
You brightened my hopes for a better tomorrow
Your influence on my life is extraordinary.
You assure me of my talents, my potential and inner and outer beauty
Even when my face is streaked from mud or other impurities.
You are the fire that drives my courage
and the best person to sit down with a glass of red wine to discuss life with.
Happy Mothers Day
To the creator of this writer.
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