Sunday, May 13, 2012


Developing, shaping
Into the man I am
From something so small
I am raised highly
And expected to go higher
Goals preset
And I will achieve them
Because of belief in me
I feel the love
And admire what I am given
Respect without pause
Everything done for me
Mom, mother
Just know I love you
And today is your day
To be told
What we should have said
This whole time

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