Dear Mom,
Most often when I think of you I think of what you've given.
The softness of your loving touch your gentle guide for living.
Your nightly tip toe in my room an understanding look.
But sometimes when I think of you I think of what you took.
You took a child and taught it how to live this life with pride.
You took those kindergarten tears and kept them all inside.
You took the hands that longed to hold and never to let go.
You used them for a gentle push so I could thrive and grow.
You took the time for other things to sew and clean and cook.
You never thought to ask for thanks for all the things you took.
Thanks Mom
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Hello, my name is BoomBoomPow1688. I love to write poetry about ex-boyfriends, love, and family. My whole family has been writing poetry since they were little. I started to write simple poems when I was 9.
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