Mother. A soldier, a savior An honor, a creator When I'm down, she fills my mind with laughter Even in the scariest times, she makes me feel braver When I'm confused, she gives me an answer When I've made my mind, she makes me reconsider When I'm weak, she makes me stronger Even though I'm not curious, she always makes me wonder A teacher, a leader A joker, a dreamer A sweeper, a cleaner A believer, with a tough exterior But most importantly, she is a friend.
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Bella
5/14/2020 10:20:31 am
Hannah, thank you for your wonderful poem! You are a pure joy and I can't be prouder to be your mom and friend. Love you!
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