Am I called mom like best mom...

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I held my son with open hands,
Not to cage, but to protect.
I let him walk the roads he chose,
Trusted each step he would take.

I never told him he was wrong,
I raised him free, strong, and wise.
When I was lost, I turned to him�"
And found the truth in his replies.

He thinks of me more than I knew,
A love so quiet, deep, and true.

Then came my husband, young in years,
With endless words that filled his days.
I watched him write without a pause,
Lost in his passion’s endless maze.

So I said�"
“If time you give, let it give back,
Let your gift not fade away.
Write with purpose, shape your dreams,
Let your work find light one day.”

My sister-in-law, with a cheerful spark,
Found joy in flavors, bold and bright.
I told her�"
“You lead, you know, you understand…
Why not create your own delight of beverages wine ?”

She smiled at me, a thumbs-up high,
A silent promise in her eyes.

Now they say I feel like “Mom,”
A warmth they miss when I’m away.
I ask them softly, with a smile�"
“Do I look like her too, you say?”

I love you all, my heart, my home,
I ask for love, nothing more.
Do not let anger find its way�"
It hurts me deeply to the core.

�" Jessy Jacob ❤️