My Mother
As a boy growing up
She made every rule
She mended my cuts
And sent me to school
She punished my wrongs
But praised my good deeds
My very first friend
Who took care of my needs
She was always there to listen
And to support my every dream
But would stop me and correct me
When she caught me in a scheme
She knew the way i felt inside
And all the things i thought
That at times i leaned towards evil
So on God's words me she taught
She knew i needed special help
To keep me on right track
For i could sometimes wander far away
Maybe never to come back
She was the one who kept me sane
And kept the family close
Then one day she passed away
So now i miss her most.
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