"Mommy"

Hers is a hand that feels like silk

As if it was dipped in milk

Hers is a touch so tender and warm

Makes you feel serene and away from harm

 

I have grown with hate and depression

Under the authority of love and passion

All this I will put on use

On the journey of gain and abuse

 

My upbringing I owe to thee

Without hesitation on my plea

A weapon I dearly grasp

In a battle of deceit and trust

 

Thanks to you my everdearest

Because of you I'm truly blessed

So firm yet so kind

A selfless being that's hard to find