I hear you ... singing to the sky

I see you ... dancing through the lies

I feel you ... your touch ever so dear.

I know you ... you are my mother, and that is clear.

We have been through it all, for better or for worse.

And you keep all types of things in your small purse.

I hear you, your laugh echoing through the wind.

I see you, all of our past scars skinned.

I feel you, and all your love for us dear.

I know you, I know when you shed a tear. 

It doesn’t matter where I go, you’ll always be near.

Cause you are my mother, the one I hold so dear.



14 years old

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