A Mothers Poem

your mother is your rock, she has a heart of gold; she will never tell you the love for you she does hold, she may yap in every way just to prove they really do care, she sits very quiet as if she is annoyed, but in heart heart, you fill her with joy, she trys to teach you about the things in life, the she condemns you when things dont go wright, she is there if you ever need her and pour your heart out, for life has treated you badly but she will say things will work out, she may have hit you with a slipper or two, this was a funny way to show she loves you, she would give you the world and leave her self skint, just to give you every single thing, my mother is my dimond a would do anything for her, i hope i make her proud for what i have of her, i dont have her temper, nor her yapping to, but there is no other mother the way mothers love you;;;;;