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My Mother, My Friend

ByIsabella Barros
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Through joy and through pain,
Mom, you guide my way.
Your love is my gain.

Your strength will remain,
Through night and bright day,
Through joy and through pain.

In sunshine or rain,
You always will stay,
Your love is my gain.

Though paths are not plain,
We laugh and we play,
Through joy and through pain.

No bond we restrain,
Together we sway,
Your love is my gain,
Through joy and through pain.
Laughter in the Rain
Laughter in the Rain

Meaning

This poem celebrates a mother’s role as both parent and friend. It highlights how her love, strength, and companionship bring comfort and joy through all of life’s challenges.

Inspiration Behind

I wrote this villanelle to express how mothers can be not just caretakers, but true friends. Using the word “Mom” made it feel personal. The repeated lines show how constant a mother’s love is, no matter the situation.

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Isabella Barros, a 34-year-old school teacher and poet, resides in Virginia. With Brazilian heritage, she brings a rich cultural background to her life and writing. A proud mother of a 12-year-old son, Isabella finds inspiration in her family and nature. She holds a bachelor's degree in Economics from Radford University but follows her passion for literature and poetry.

Isabella's love for the outdoors is evident in her hobbies of hiking and kayaking. Her poetry, celebrated for its heartfelt themes and connection to nature, reflects her experiences as a mother and educator. Isabella continues to inspire readers with her unique perspective and love for life.

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