Mother Poem

Poem About Needing Mom

A woman writes about how she used to shut herself out of the world and how her Mom helped open her heart to the gift of life.

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My Mom

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Published: February 2006

What I used to like most about me was my ability to rely only on me.
Me, Myself, and I were the only ones I needed.
Me, Myself, and I were the only ones I heeded.
I'd still be independent, so self-sufficient, so unknowingly lonely.
If not for my mother, who is so loving, so kind, so giving.
My mother, thank God, who is still among the living.
I never realized how much I needed her.
Or how much I'd miss her until she was almost taken away.
I never realized that without her I'd never have found the true me.
The thing I like most about myself is I can give, love, and share.
The thing I like most about myself is her.
And knowing losing her is just something I couldn't bare.

Patricia Lucille Roberts

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