So Many Mothers
Kindheartedness to me
Comes in many forms
Being fostered and cared for
As my young life storms
Born to a mother
Who decided to leave
But this seven year old
Never wanted to grieve
For his words became true
As he grew through the years
The matrons in children's homes
Replaced his tears
As he grew to his teens
With his friends he did stay
For their mother became his
So many mothers to this day
As i look back
To the women in my life
They all became my mother
And saved my life from strife
Kindheartedness to me
Came in many, many forms
So many unlike my mother
Seen me through the storms
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