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!
This poem is about:
Me
My family
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