I looked up deep towards the moon and the sky
Is there anyone who loves me more than even I?
Who would cherish me, protect me and always sacrifice
Who would care for me, forgive me and never even mind
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A great flashback of your life. I loved that line-The camera's always rolling, but my friend unlike a camera reel, life cannot be edited, it is more like a live drama, that oft goes without rehearsal. I compliment you on this wonderful write, and the way you've expressed gratitude for your mom. Realizing one's mistake is the best way to repent. You delivered another message over here-There's no use of lamenting over spilled milk... Kudos!
Well it is my honor to welcome you and your poetry to Poemhunter's family of poets young lady. You indeed belong here and I feel sure you will make many new friends on this site. This poem is a lovely glimpse into a teenagers psyche and imagination and honors both you and your mother a lot. Though the thoughts expressed here are young thoughts, they are honest and emotional, brought a tear to even my jaded eye. Write on dear young poet! You will soon discover that you have family here that loves you too! Let me compliment you on your English as well! I am so happy to make your acquaintance. I have 'friended' you on my site as well.
Nice sentiments, amazing poem.