Like My Mother

You are my friend,
Not my mother.
But why is it that so often
You remind me of her?

You are my age,
Not my mother’s.
But why do your advices
Seem like those from her?

You are the one I tell
What I definitely can’t to my mother.
But why is your being fine with something,
A relief that so would she be?

You are my love interest,
Not my mother.
But why does your tolerating my tantrums,
Take my mind to her?

Maybe because love
Comes in different forms
And a mother’s reminder
Is the confirmation we need.

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