A listener true, with heart so bright,
My mom, a guiding light, in darkness and light.
No judgment passed, no criticizing tone,
Just a listening ear, that's always my own.
From school to office, from joy to strife,
I share my stories, and she lends her life.
Face-to-face or over the phone,
Our conversations flow, like a gentle tone.
In sorrow's depths, she's a comforting shore,
In frustration's fire, she's a calming core.
With empathy and love, she hears me out,
And helps me find balance, without a doubt.
Endless talking, without a stop,
With my mom, my heart finds its drop.
No lecturing, just a listening space,
Where I can be myself, without a mask or pace.
She's my strong hold, my emotional guide,
My happy moment, when I step inside.
The world may rush, but with her, I'm at peace,
My heart finds solace, my soul releases.
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