Poem about Mom

My mom is the stars above.
Each time I look at her eyes
she make me laugh, she makes me smile.
When me and my mom go shopping
she gets me a little excited ‘cause she buys me
clothes, shoes, earrings, purses, and other goofy stuff.
My days are nice when hanging with my mom,
and this poem’s not all that long
but still I wrote about my mom.
When she is sad, I am sad.
When she is happy,
I am happy, happy, happy.

Denise
6th grade
Gwendolyn Brooks Middle School
Oak Park, IL

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