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Maybe you are my guardian angel;     or maybe you are simply my mother. Your heart always so gentle,      the purest form than any other. As if I am your physical beating heart,      and you are the unbreakable ribs, I have never known a more protective guard,     since the time I was sleeping in the crib. I was seven when you could no longer hide,     the first of many times I would witness, how broken you really were inside,     Mummy's never shown her weakness... I was seven when I had to force you to eat,     cover you with blankets when you fell asleep, and wipe the tears from your cheeks.      That's when I learned that it was okay to weep. You continue to carry me forward      despite the added weight on my shoulders; You make sure I'm armoured,      should I ever falter. There is not enough metaphors,     to adequately describe you. No amount of words in a bookstore     can describe your value. It's been you and I for a while now,      We have put each other back together; So take this as my final vow,      I promise to fix you forever.
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Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 6:11 PM UTC
An ode to my mum
Maybe you are my guardian angel;     or maybe you are simply my mother. Your heart always so gentle,      the purest form than any other. As if I am your physical beating heart,      and you are the unbreakable ribs, I have never known a more protective guard,     since the time I was sleeping in the crib. I was seven when you could no longer hide,     the first of many times I would witness, how broken you really were inside,     Mummy's never shown her weakness... I was seven when I had to force you to eat,     cover you with blankets when you fell asleep, and wipe the tears from your cheeks.      That's when I learned that it was okay to weep. You continue to carry me forward      despite the added weight on my shoulders; You make sure I'm armoured,      should I ever falter. There is not enough metaphors,     to adequately describe you. No amount of words in a bookstore     can describe your value. It's been you and I for a while now,      We have put each other back together; So take this as my final vow,      I promise to fix you forever.
My dearest mother, I promise to stay seven forever
meganknight
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23/F/England
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 6:11 PM UTC
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