Mother (sonnets)

I call you "Mom," although you are not my mother,
But you are more a mom than any mom could be.
I've come to love you mom more than any other;
You took me in your charge and set me free.
You let me run and kissed me when I'm fell;
You kept your eyes on me and let me stray.
I' learned things hard, which means I've learned them well,
And get to know myself along the way.
My hope and faith and pride are all from you mom.
My roots are in your heart; you are my home.
You will be a part of everything I do,
In all my thoughts a wise and lovely poem.
For all our lives we'll have this common ground:
You were my rock when else I would have drowned.