You know all of my faults, but you still stay.
I've hurt you so many times, but you're still always there.
I've put you through so much sorrow and pain
and over a million times I have disgraced your name.
But still again, you were always there.
Why? I don't know. But each day you teach me more,
as you've done in the past. And if anyone ever asks me
to describe the words "love", I would say truly and honestly
say "My Mother"
Converted to HTML by Renette Davis with permission from the author's mother, Jean Miller. Kelly was diagnosed with Huntington's Disease at age 16.
Send comments for Renette to: rd13@midway.uchicago.edu and comments for Kelly to: miller_jean_e@space.honeywell.com
Last updated: Aug. 31, 1996
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