My Inspiration, My Muse

Seeing my mother struggle,

 

as a child, there was a lot I had to juggle.

 

I saw her work day and night,

 

so many restless nights.

 

That is why I put up a good fight.

 

She taught me that in life is not easy,

 

work so hard sometimes you get queasy.

 

She is my inspiration, my muse.

 

The reason I refuse to lose, 

 

because she has taught me

 

that you are only defeated 

 

when you allow yourself to let go.

 

I thank her for all that she has done.

 

I want her to know that all the sacrifices she made

 

were not done in vain.

 

She is my inspiration, my muse.

 

The reason I never get down,

 

when I am feeling the blues.

 

She taught me to never allow myself

 

to feel sad for too long.

 

Because you are only living for so long.

She is my inspiration, my muse.

 

The reason I strive for greatness.

 

The reason I want to go as far as life will take me.

 

The reason I want to go and experience life to the fullest.

 

My mother is my inspiration, my muse.

 

The reason I do all that I do. 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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