Proud Poem by Kerrie Smith
Proud
Almost twenty-eight, my life passing by.
When I say I am happy, that is not a lie.
I'm proud of my kids and what they have become.
I'm proud of my job as a great mum.
I'm proud of my choices to let people go.
I'm proud of my efforts not to let my hurt show.
I'm proud of my strength, I find when I'm weak.
I'm proud of the people who listen when I speak.
I'm proud of most of the things I do.
But most of all i am proud of you.
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4/29/2024 6:37:09 PM # 1.0.0.1119
What would make a woman happier than seeing the greatness of her kids...I don't see pain in your heart but I see some memories of hurt in your writings... You write well and your messages are clear