On June 24, 1917, my mother was born. She was an only child and lived with a very difficult home life. She is nearly 92 and still has her "faculties" and good health. Although somewhat feeble, she manages to walk the dog everyday, fix her own lunches, take care of her personal needs, and still gets up and gets dressed (make-up included!)everyday!
As a mom, she made mistakes
As a daughter, I love her anyway.
As a mom, she wasn't so nurturing,
As a daughter, I still know she loves me.
As a mom, she had her share of heartaches,
As a daughter, I understand her hurts.
As a mom, she showed her weaknesses,
As a daughter, I have them too.
As a mom, she can say hurtful things,
As a daughter, I get over them.
As a mom, she did her best,
As a daughter, I now understand.
As a mom, she hid her tears,
As a daughter, I saw her pain.
As a mom, she was unappreciated,
As a daughter, I didn't appreciated her enough.
At almost 92, the inevitable will come. I only hope that I can show her how much she means to me and how difficult it will be someday without her. She is a strong woman that I admire and respect....in spite of it all...she is my hero.
I LOVE YOU, MOM
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