Sofia May


Mother


Mom, Mother, Mommy, and Madre,
All different way to say this word.
But they all mean the same thing,
They all mean love, caring, and forgiveness.

A mother to tuck you in at night,
A mother to make all the monsters go away,
A mother to make the world seem happier,
A mother to give the best advice.

Don't take her for granted,
Don't push her away,
Be grateful for this loving creature,
for someday she will be gone.

A mother to teach a young girl manners,
A mother to comfort a broken spirit,
A mother to raise children with love,
A mother to be cherished with it in return.

Submitted: Friday, June 14, 2013
Edited: Friday, June 14, 2013
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I wrote this for my mom's birthday. It is dedicated to her.

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