Momma. Mommy. Mom. Mother.
Every size, shape and color.
Some we still hold, others have long departed.
Arguments and hugs.
Late night chats and long walks.
Shaking our heads we disagreed.
Laughing we forgave.
What a blessing, to be born the child of a mother, a mother who believed anything I set my mind to- I could do- if only I threw myself into it.
What a gift.
Momma. Mommy. Mom. Mother. What a gift you were.
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