Momma – poem by SMC
Mom, she is the only one who loves me all the time, no matter what I’ve done. She is the only one that I can call mom and tell her that I love her. She is the last person I see before I go to bed at night. She is the one who feeds me breakfast when I get up in the morning.
No matter how much I cuss at her or say to her, she’s still my mom and she still loves me, because I am her kiddo. And as I grow up, mom is growing older, I will always love mom because she is my mom and how she loved me through the good times and the rough times, mom was there. So good or bad, it’s my turn to try and love her through all she goes through as she gets older.
“Because she is my mom and she is my angel.”