Out of love

I love my mom,

Though we always fought,
Disagree of many things,
Always beat me to humiliate,
Weaken me to accept my mistake.

I still love my mom,

Despite of my feeble hatred,
when I was young.
The feelings of not being adored,
when she mumbled hurtful words.

I love my mom,

What I have realized behind,
so many reasons I think about.
The argue, the scold, the spank
it was out of love and not her lack.

 

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