My Mom's WaysA Poem by AmandaI wrote this for my mom, who has not yet seen it. I'm really close with my mom, so this poem has lots of meaning in it.Picking me up, off the dusty grounds, the sandy floors, the pool of hurt, with a helping hand. It's one of my Mom's ways. I come home crying, she holds me close at heart, and tells me nothing but stories to fill me with laughter. It's one of my Mom's ways. Having a hard day, there to encourage me, she stands with strength, beauty, and is my rolemodel. It's one of my Mom's ways. I'm lost, just confused She guides me through the rough, rocky weather. It's one of my Mom's ways. I get that needy feeling, and she reminds me the best of everything there is to be thankful for. It's one of my Mom's ways. I get an atittude, so she tells me things to help me learn, grow, express. It's one of my Mom's ways. I make constant mistakes, which she may not agree with, but in the end, she's there to listen, support, and talk to. It's one of my Mom's ways. I start to laugh, scream, shout, she looks at me like I'm crazy, but does it along to. For I'm her daughter, shes my mother, and we through our hands, in the air, like glitter in a parade, and do nothing but have a blast. It's one of my Mom's ways. © 2011 AmandaAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on May 25, 2011 Last Updated on May 25, 2011 AuthorAmandaAboutI'm Amanda. Most of my friends call me Manda. :) I can be kinda weird sometimes when I'm with my friends. But, I have a big heart. My family's the best. Dance is my passion. Taylor Swift's my role mo.. more..Writing
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