Prayer
God, please don’t take my mom from me.
The only thing growing up
that stayed stable was her love.
Without her, I don’t know
what I would have become.
When I am in need
when everything around
is crumbling,
she’s the one who helps me
overcome.
Guiding me out of the darkness
with her shining glimmer of love.
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