I miss my mom.
I miss her holding me
When I was a baby.
I miss her singing to me.
I miss her nervous laugh when
She was embarrassed.
As I grew, she taught me to
Act like a lady.
She was outspoken and cared
about everything and everybody.
I made her worry way too much.
I remember coming home
at three in the morning.
She would be wrapped up in a
blanket waiting for me.
I'm sorry Mom.
I love you.
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