RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

My Mom


My Mom is my best friend - I can talk to her about anything.
Whether it's real or make-believe, Mom is there and she listens.
All those years of waiting in line for some attention - now grown-up and can see her alone just about whenever I want.
What I missed as a child doesn't matter so much anymore, because now my Mom is my best friend.
She talks to me and asks advice, we laugh, we cry, and things are nice because we share.
Because she's my Mom. Because she's my friend.

Submitted: Wednesday, February 20, 2013
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This was written when my Mom was still alive, I wasn't going to put it on here, but something inside me decided to do it. Being the oldest of eight, you can imagine she didn't have a lot of time to spend with me, we made up for it later in life though. Mom was the greatest!

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