Mother
I want to ask you something, a question from me to you.
What is Mother? What was she here to do?
She started life just like us, a child one day was born.
A child born for greatness, a soul to be adored.
She started life as a child, a teen and then a wife.
Blessed with children of her own, to help guide them through their life.
She gave us life and love, protection from within.
She would wake up every morning, and greet us with a grin.
Our Mothers are very special, so love them while you can.
My Mother is my hero, I am her biggest fan.
I carry her in my heart, reminding nobody but me.
Of the fact that I am loved, no matter where she may be.
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