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MOM
I was jealous and angry, but mom, I loved you all the while
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At five, I thought you loved brother more than me
I was jealous and angry, but mom, I loved you all the while
You were sitting by my bed, not sleeping when I was ill,
You were reading stories and playing with me when I was fine

At ten, I thought you nagged me to study while you were having fun
I was jealous and angry, but mom, I loved you all the while
You were preparing my favorite dishes to make me eat
You were guiding me in my studies among your busy schedule

At fifteen, I thought I could never match your skills and beauty
I was jealous and angry, but mom, I loved you all the while
You were there always for me, being my best friend
You were helping me through the tough times of growing up

At twenty, I thought you did things your way, not taking me seriously
I was jealous and angry, but mom, I loved you all the while
You were arranging money for my college, through difficult times
You were protecting me from bad company, with all your will

At twenty five, I thought you liked spending time at your home than with me
I was jealous and angry, but mom, I loved you all the while
You were trying to teach me life, giving me a free hand at it
You were giving me the space I needed to build a new family

At thirty, I thought you did not care to be with us any more
I was jealous and angry, but mom I loved you all the while
You were trying to preserve my childhood writing down what you could remember
You were trying to keep us happy not showing how tired you actually were

At thirty five I think I will never be happy anymore loosing you to Alzheimer’s
I am jealous and angry, but mom I love you more than ever
You must be in heaven, if there is one, still glowing with your selfless love
You must be the brightest star in the sky, guiding us all the way

I love you, mom.
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