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She picks up every stained t-shirt,
takes out the trash,
sweeps up the dirt.
She washes every dirty dish,
but might forget
to feed the fish.
She's sure the girls are always fed
and gives them 'mooches
before bed.
She lets them know that it's no joke
when the tub is pink
and the floor is soaked.
This mommy's kiss can heal boo-boo's;
it dries up tears
and cures the flu.
They know that monsters do no harm
to little girls
in mommy's arms.
She'd give them the world if she could
and always tries
when tips are good.
Her body aches at her shift's end
but still finds time
to play pretend.
She's everything I hope to be
when my own kids
look up to me.
The world could never be so mean
if every mom
was like Charlene.

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