When you were born
She got a title “mom”
You cried for help
She was already there!
You have grown
from cradle to cuddle,
Now, enjoy her heart beat
And the warmth heat.
Hit the teens?
Calling her names?
She is being protective,
Is that annoying?
Now, You are twenty,
Burdens are plenty,
Hush! and call her,
She will be there!
The exposed secrets
you shared with your “friend”
Now being safe
with this trusted one!
She will be incredulous
that you are grown,
until she saw you
In a white gown!
Time to upbring
Your own one?
Be placid and call her
Help you out there!
Missing, loving, longing
to see her?
Just resemble her
To your daughter!
-Oreo
Winter 