MOTHER

The first person,
I get along with,
Holding her hand

A source of love,
Trust, sympathy,
Forgiveness and mercy

The greatest disciplinarian,
A teacher of love
And compassion

The bank, where
All my hurts, worries and
Sorrows are deposited

The truest friend,
I have when all trials
Fall upon me

No matter what
She asked me to do,
Or not to do

She had my
Best interest
In her mind

She wasn’t trying
To keep me
From having fun

She was trying
To protect me
From being hurt

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