Mom Was Always a Beautiful Person

For years specially as I matured I was able to see the beauty of Mom.
Not only from the outside but inside as well.
Having done all she could to help me I was unrelentingly wrong with myself.
She never gave up though she had reason to do so.
I am not what you call a bad person.
I only had peculiarities that were not conformable to natural desires.
This put a downer within my mom's heart of which I now suffer for having wronged her.
I am the one to whom she loved and gave all she had.
My brother was very much on his own and away from home at an early age.
Not immature mind you but with a maturity of his own.
Jesus gave me the best mom; in the whole world, which I do believe is God's gift to me.
I can't find any fault with Mom for she had few.
Mom is now with Jesus and basking; in the love of Jesus for all time.
(© Poeticbearlovestowrite 2015)

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