'Mom'

My mom was special and unique
No place here for the weak
My mom went to Heaven you see
With no one to watch over me
And there's brother don't you know
He goes wherever I go
He's the one that's older
But I seem to be bolder
All of a sudden we have a new home
Aunt and Uncle will make us their own
Love and caring was top of the list
Never mind though knowing the risk
I'm a great-grandmother and happy to be
I owe so much to others you see
God guided others to fill a need
Remember this poem and do a good deed! 

— Pat Scoman, Coeur d'Alene

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April is National Poetry Month. To celebrate, we're sharing original poems submitted by readers.