Indebted

To the mother that

Shaped me,

Dealt with the insanity,

Tore me to pieces,

And built me back up again.

 

To the mother that

Wiped away my tears,

Brushed off the insults,

Straightened me up,

And sent me back into the world.

 

To the mother that 

Stayed up late,

Labored with love,

Taught me everything,

And will remain forever in my heart.

 

If all my dreams turn sour,

And if I fall short of all my goals,

I wish only to be

An ounce of the mother you are to me.

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