She was my sun.
She was my world.
Nothing she did was wrong,
Nothing she said could be untrue
She was my mother, my hero.
As I grew, my mother did too.
Still she was the sun, even though clouds would come
Still she was my world, as my world grew.
She was my mother, the soul of my family.
I'm still growing but she's not here.
She's still my sun but I now live in without her warmth.
She will always be my world but it's become empty.
She was my mom, my hero and she will be forever strong.
She fought when they said she shouldn't.
She lived when they said she couldn't.
And she held my hand until the end.
I will forever miss you and it will always hurt but you taught me to be strong.
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Marlene J
25 yrs old and hopelessly odd.
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