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Thank You Mom
I drift away to the tender melody you speak,
I am secure when your gentle embrace surrounds me,
I feel the warmth, and vlvetiness of your hands,
You know exactly who I am.
Your cooking is outstanding, I consume every bite,
The only thing I don't eat is the burnt bacon,
My favorite is your cheesy potatoes, it is always delicious,
I love to make different kinds of fudge with you at Christmas.
You are a magnificent work of art, really smart, and a whole lot of beautiful,
You are so amazing because you know where a lot of things are,
Thank you for the person that you are, and accepting me as I was truly yours,
Well I kind of am because you are the only mother that I have ever known.
We have different color skin, and different color eyes and hair,
But that doesn't matter to me, what does is that you actually cared,
I may not catch on to things fast, but you always explain,
I get scared a lot, but you are always there to love me for who I am.
Thanks Mom that means a lot, I love you very much,
Most of all thank you for teaching me about God,
Thank you for making me smile when I am sad,
Thank you for loving that wonderful man who I call dad.
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I am adopted, I was adopted when I was three. I came to my adoptive family when I was eleven months old, so they are all I have ever known. I am biracial and my adoptive parent are white.
I wrote this poem for and about my mom, the only one that I have ever known.