When she became my mother

When she became my mother short poem

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I forget she had her own story
Before mine had even begun
But when she became my Mother
Our stories merged into one

She had hopes and dreams of her own
Down which path in life she’d been led
But when she became my Mother
Her journey became mine instead

At times her love was resented
Harsh words were said to her face
But when she became my Mother
She took them with patience and grace

My own story is still being written
She’s no longer here to read  and see
That when I became a Mother
She’s always here, standing by me

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minakshi.balasubramaniam
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I think this is so true to so many many mothers! Thumbs up to you…

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