Ode to Mom

My inspiration,

sense of dedication.

My drive

and the way that I Strive,


All came from a woman 

heart soft like a cushion

Always playing a confident Stride.


She gave up herself

put her goals on the shelf

So we could more than Survive.


Never in a hurry,

she kept me from worry

No matter what it took to Subside.


I owe her my life

she paid every price

Independent of regret or Strife.


Her inspiration,

sense of dedication

Her drive

and the ways she Strives,


Made me 


This poem is about: 
My family


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