Mother

I am definitely most odd

With problems so broad

When I had a bad day

You made it less grey

And suffered time at school

Feeling like such a tool

You gave me your thoughts

To undo my knots

When I had boy troubles

You helped me through struggles

Thank You my Mother

For dealing with my smothers

With my agony columns

you console me with solemns

You give me wise words

That always come at me in herds

Even if I fail to listen

Your words still glisten

I love you Mom

You are always my calm

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
My family

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