Mother

though my life is rougher
Compared to some other
And constantly i suffer
Never will i trade it for another
Even if its a life much better
To me it will not matter
I will be just stronger 
And try to be much wiser 
Protect them from danger
Give the best of life i can offer 
For there is no greater joy
To be my childrens mother.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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May 17, 2025 at 8:23 AM
Please take time to read my poem. All my feelings has been turned into letters.
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