My Mother ShannonA Poem by Eve ValleyHappy Mother's Day!!!! :P :D o30 :)My
Mother, Shannon…
My mother is the best she can be. And
there is no other that can replace my mother. This
woman I’m writing about is so sweet. But she
can be easily be broken by a person like me. She
cries and she weeps, when she tries to be strong. But I keep hurting her like nothing is wrong. When I see her sad, I can see the... Sorrow, The grief, And the tears in her eyes. Afterwards
I’m not surprised. Not at
her, but me. I had my
mother hurt. By a
person like me. I can’t
forgive myself, I want to hurt myself. Like how
hurt my mother. But I
know better, this is not the person I want or need to be. I want
to be the person to make my mother happy. I want
and need to be the sunshine that can lead my mother out of the deep, dark
forest. But when
my mother is happy, she is different. She has
the brightest sunshine that anyone has. My
mother does have sunshine that is better than mine. This
sunshine that my mother has is her power, her sunshine can make anyone happy. But her
power is the strongest and brightest when she makes her children happy. Like I said,
my mother is the best she can be. I love
my mother, she is half of me. But most
of all, I love it when we laugh and when we smile. I know
we both want this to last a while. I love
my mother, she is the best than any other, oh mother I know you are the best
you can be. My mother
Shannon. My only
and precious mother, Shannon © 2014 Eve ValleyAuthor's Note
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