You Don't Call Me Mom

Mom is your half-cracked smile, a kiss on the cheek. It's your soft words spoken when it's just you and me. Mom is the necklace you bought, and the hugs you give. It's the way you trust me & the way you change me. Mom doesn't flow easy, doesn't sound right. It isn't my name, but it is my honor. Mom is not what you call me; Mom is who you made me.

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