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A gift passed on from you

A gift passed on from you

I watched you suffer but never cry

I saw you hurt but lie

In my mind I was so confused

Why do you do the things you do

I thought you put your life on hold

To watch Ares unfold

But now that Im a mother too

I understand the things you use to do

Your life didn’t stop

Different things came on top

All that mattered to you before

Has become my new open door

I finally see the things I couldn’t

And the things my baby shouldn’t

You taught me to be strong

To show my girl right from wrong

Your gave me lessons without knowing

Everything you ever did its now showing

It like a sense of Déjà vu

I’m doing all the things you use to

 You have taught me to be a mother

A caring lover

A gift like no other

So dear mother

All I can really say

Is thanks for being there all the way

You have helped me become the woman I am today

And the relationship I have with my daughter

It will seem like déjà vu

As it will too become the same connection I have with you

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Clo Smillie

today this poem touched my heart even more. after my mum reading it and her crying i realised i have a gift and should believe in myself alot more. To this touched my mum so much is just a dream come true. shes my rock x

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