My mom's eyes tell stories,
they explain how to survive,
they show her going through strife,
but how she continued to live.
They remind me to be like her,
showing me to be a leader,
headstrong, not letting anything beat her,
overcoming obstacles and peer pressure.
They show me to continue living,
telling me there are good times and bad,
how everything happens for a reason, even if sad,
but to continue, cause' good times come back soon.
One day I hope to be just like her,
headstrong, wise, and optimistic,
showing my kids exactly how to live,
and knowing how to do this, all because,
my mom's eyes tell stories.
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