Mommy
Mommy
Mother, my mother,
feeding me though hungry;
my shelter, my comfort,
shielding me from the pain.
Watching traitors go by,
some see the the worlds separate.
But despite it all, mother,
my mother,
brings it all together.
Facing the world on her shoulders,
strong and bold, holding power in both her hands;
breaking slowly, but healing twice as fast-
Mother,
my mother?
She claims her life as her own.
Sometimes I drift and lose my way,
trotting blindly on a scary path,
tumbling and falling in the wrong directions,
straying while watching those I love grow apart.
But in the midst of it all,
she smiles and hugs me tightly,
and then, I remember
that mother,
my mother
will never let me go.
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