Late Mother’s Day


My mom
My spirt guide
The one that stood by and still resigns
You made me who I am
No matter how hard
How impossible or invisible it may seem
I can leave and be alone
Or stay and cling to my home
I'm fine with both
And yet comfortable with non
But you've made me
You made me
Whole hearted and unknowingly unbiased to whom I'd become
Even so you've taught me to make a fire
Shoot a gun (although I'm still bad)
Improve my penmanship
And love my dad
Hardships that we sailed together
Yet learned and yearned for different results
You are my best best friend
and when others say their mom is better then all I say
You have yet to meet mine.
You are amazing,
crafty,
beautiful,
smart and all mine.
Sorry it's late but happy mothers day

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