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.
Copyright © Anissa Turner | Year Posted 2015
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