Mom
Our moms go through a lot,
Taking care with all they’ve got.
Giving love,
From above,
Making us feel, as though she were a dove.
Fixing mistakes,
Whatever it takes,
Helping us see through the decision she makes.
Telling us how we should be,
When we grow up confused like the sea.
She helps find the potential in me,
Teaching me how I can see.
Some forgot,
The affection they got,
Their wits turned into a knot.
Neglecting their moms, how can that be,
I won’t do that; it’s just not me!