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A woman whom I love... Waits outside my bedroom door. A woman whom I care for... Is there when I am hurt, sad, or mad. A woman whom I appreciate... Honors me for the person I am inside. A woman whom I fear... Pushes and pushes if only for the better. A woman who is thoughtful... Thinks of others before she thinks of herself. This woman is My Mom... She cries when I cry... She's mad when I'm mad... She's hurt when I'm hurt... And... She's sad when I'm sad. This woman is My Mom.
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Feb 19, 2021
Feb 19, 2021 at 9:38 PM UTC
My mom
A woman whom I love... Waits outside my bedroom door. A woman whom I care for... Is there when I am hurt, sad, or mad. A woman whom I appreciate... Honors me for the person I am inside. A woman whom I fear... Pushes and pushes if only for the better. A woman who is thoughtful... Thinks of others before she thinks of herself. This woman is My Mom... She cries when I cry... She's mad when I'm mad... She's hurt when I'm hurt... And... She's sad when I'm sad. This woman is My Mom.
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25/F/west virgina
Feb 19, 2021
Feb 19, 2021 at 9:38 PM UTC
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