My Mother
It was not when I needed you that you gave me your hand --
you touched me in that special way when I was born.
It was not when I called you that you came --
you were standing next to me all the time.
It was not when I was down that you smiled --
you have always been the light in my life.
It was not when I thought I was alone that I looked to you --
you have always been my best friend,
and it will not be another day before I tell the world...
Bridgette Rodriguez
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