Mom 2
I hope that I make you proud,
As you watch over above the clouds.
I can"t even compare to the women that you were,
It seems I always had to swerve.
I hope that I made you proud while you were here,
You never gave in so that I didn"t steer.
I worried you so up until the day you died,
I feel so sad that all I do is cry.
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