Proud
Growing up i never saw
The beauty as it hurts
But i realized you had to even and put us first
Crying daily for sure
No we never understood it
You were a mom
the Queen before a queen could be
You tried so hard to raise us n i remember that
Taught us manners in the most rememberable ways
But that was you
A person who truly gave a damn
You couldn’t help it
G...
Saturday 17th November 2018 5:38 am
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