Mom
At times my Mom is like a rock
She always has my back
Even when I've been a dork
She cuts me a little slack
She can be serious or funny
Her patience like a saint
But she can still be deadly
And she hates petty complaints
I love her with all my heart
She's there when things get rough
I never want to be too far apart
And it seems I can't thank her enough!
Copyright © Lenna Walker | Year Posted 2017
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