For Mom
My single mother worked so hard, for a one bedroom apartment with no yard.
Cooking when most are asleep on bed, non stop overtime too bring home the bread.
I will alway keep her in my heart, nothing could ever pull us apart.
My first love will always be her, when she is old and grey I'll be there for sure.
Giving me all that she could, doing everything that mom's should.
This woman's life could have been easy, but instead she did everything to please me.
She is my help to when I rhyme, I know I'll love her untill the end of time.
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