My Mom

As seen from the eyes of an 8 year old child. As written from the heart of a Mom who thanks God each day for all the love she has received. 

 

My first hug, my first kiss, my first love letter

Will always be for my Mom

 

When I am angry beyond argument

When I am happy beyond words

When I am sad beyond comprehension

My go to person, my Mom

 

When I hate someone

When I love someone

When I fight with someone

When I kiss someone

The person who knows all , my Mom

 

When my Mom says something right

When my Mom says something wrong

When my Mom talks a lot or

When she doesn’t talk at all

I will always take her side cause

She is always right

 

When she hurts me

When I get angry with her

When she doesn’t pay attention to me

When she is unfair to me

She wraps me in her arms so I can cry

 

Did I tell you I am eight years old

My Mom tells me, I will love another when I grow big

That I will not want to hug my Mom forever

I think she is saying this because she is bored of my hugs

For me, I can never love another, the way I love my Mom