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Writer's pictureLeigh Sindac

My Mother

I hate her with a love I could not express

But these feelings, to her, I could not profess

Because most of the time, she truly is the best;

Just not the one to set me loose from all stress


My mother – the woman I love and the woman I hate:

No middle grounds and full of complaints

To leave her home – I could not wait,

But I know that in time, the regret will be great and not so faint


They say that mothers know best;

Just go with the flow and she’ll pave the rest

But how could I believe so when you always protest?

Oh, mother – the woman I love and the woman I hate


My every move is locked within her grip,

But my own volition, it surely won’t slip

Because even though I could only love her from miles away,

Her absence would be the reason I weep day by day


These, I say to the mother I hate

But most of all, to the mother I love


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