Maternal Matters

There's no love like that of your mother

Nothing compares, not even that of your brother

They know when you're happy, sad, angry, glad

tired, hungry, desired, hangry

I appreciate you for all you've done, in the end it's me that's won

Thank you for all of your support mother in heaven

I've missed you since age eleven

I'm still your baby at age sixteen, even in my dreams

The thought of you makes me so, so happy!

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Me
My family
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