She speaks to me soft

Solving all of my troubles

I am indebted


Analysis: This is a poem about my mother, one whom I owe so much. Through my childhood, my mother was always there for me, caring for me and making sure I had everything to succeed. I know that many people are not afforded this luxury, and I consider myself extremely blessed to have a mother who will always care for me and want the best for me. She comforts me in down times while also being honest with my shortcomings.

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