My mom


My mom is 47 and I am 11, we have so many differences.
But to tell you the truth, she is my whole audience.
I may be sad, lonely or crying ,
But then she comes in with new wings for flying.
She may be bony, and her nerves are seen,
Buy she is a warm- hearted woman to me.
She struggles everyday, diabetes and me,
But she handles it like a cup of tea.
And to all those people, who have their moms,
Be a little thankful she's holding your palm

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