One of a Kind

She is unique to me.

She has quirks that frustrate me

and make me love her more.

She is kind yet stern.

She loves to cook and garden

neither are things I truly enjoy.

She read me stories

before I learned to read myself.

She loved me

even though she doesn’t say it.

I love her.

My mother.

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