My Mother
shes just like me, Im just like her, we went down the wrong road for a bit.
She lost me to a foster home and one me back with a heart of gold.
Ill never forget what my past has done to me, neither will i forget what the
future has instore for me.
She's my angel, my savior, always helping me.
When I cant talk to her she gives me space. Yet shes invades my little bubble.
She understands my orientation and loves me with a standing ovation.
We will always have that bond, its wielded into granite stone.
I understand she tries her best, even when we dreamed of the west.
Im scared when she gets surgery, and i miss her every second whens shes...
not with me...I love her...
SHes my angel, my savior, always helping me.
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