My Mother Is a Mobile Miracle
My mother is a mobile miracle,
her voice is the vibrant vehicle
that propels me to the pinnacle
of a sweet and super spectacle.
My mother is a world of wonder,
her blessings bury every blunder.
I grew to always plan and ponder...
For her words put flaws asunder.
My mother is a loving lamplighter,
she fights fears like a firefighter
and fuels my faith like an igniter.
Her smiles make my days brighter.
My mother is an alluring angel,
a timeless tale no tongue can tell.
Wherever beauty and bliss dwell,
my mother's love always excel.
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