Mother Poem

A mother who's experiences every triumph and tragedy along with her children. This is a true mother.

My Mom

© Junior Guerra

A woman whom I love...
Waits outside my bedroom door.
A woman whom I care for...
Is there when I am hurt, sad, or mad.
A woman whom I appreciate...
Honors me for the person I am inside.
A woman whom I fear...
Pushes and pushes if only for the better.
A woman who is thoughtful...
Thinks of others before she thinks of herself.
This woman is My Mom...
She cries when I cry...
She's mad when Iím mad...
She's hurt when I'm hurt...
She's sad when I'm sad.
This woman is My Mom.


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Published: Feb 2006

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