Anissa Turner Poet ABC

My Dear Mother

There is no other like my dear mother. 

    She was there when I laughed or cried. And she was there when my
infant son had died.

    She was there if I was happy or sad. And still loved me whether I
was good or bad.

    Now that she's gone, she has left her middle name for me to carry
on.

    To me, it's just a simple reminder, that there is no other like my dear
mother.

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