A Mother's Day Poem
Moms are such delicate people
Our strength and our weakness
It's because there our cause
And many don't think it
But this person does just because
I see it all day just walking
A child falls guess who is there?
When a child crying who glares?
Mothers are the heart of things
Creates the means of love
When there are despairs
Who rises to clean up wounds
Even if it makes them turn blue
Mothers are silly to a truth
Knowing one or two is cool
I have all them to thank
Because without them were poo
Not to use a dirty word but true
They give and share
They tend and care
We are so blessed to have them
Our wings our guardian
In so, so many ways
God meant them to be
Our Guardian Angels to share
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