My mom!
Probably one who had suffered the most!
Being a daughter, wife, in law, and mom.
In all these roles she played so patient,
Playing a mom would have been so torment.
For she just played roles with others.
With me she had more than that..
Raising a brat and tending my wounds,
Teaching me to raise for every other fall.
Knowing all my weaknesses more than myself.
And yet so patient and helping me build my strengths..
If not for her, I'm not what I'm this day!
Dedicated to my special mom, this special day on leap years.
P.S. This is meant to be a general poem where any reader must be able to connect with themselves and their mom. While few got it, few mistook it for me and my mom.
Love,
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