Mom

Sacrifice, love and

All of life’s good.

Bringing home food,

water and wood.

Heralding light with the wood of hope

And the oil of dreams

Basing the foundation of my life house

On her strong belief beams.

Starved so I could eat,

Stayed awake so I could sleep,

Played with me so I didn’t weep,

She is the priciest possession I keep.

Life’s too fast and time passes on

Little do we realize why we are where

and where we belong.

Spent life searching for angels

And, now that I’ve come home

Haven’t seen an angel yet,

but I sure have seen mom.

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