Saturday, May 13, 2017

My mother

My mother:
Suffered pain, sweat, blood, tears
Endured hopes, terrors, fears.
Wears scars inside and out.
Overcame bouts of longing and doubt.

She gave me my first gift.
The one from which all others flow.
She was my beginning.
The rock to which I clung.

I can't pay her back for all she's endured.
Only be grateful that she did endure.
And love her for that.
And much more besides.

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