My Precious Mother
My Precious Mother
Mother's love is pure and bright,
Like the moon that shines at night.
Through the storms and through the rain,
She stands strong through joy and pain.
Her gentle hands, so soft and kind,
Wipe my tears and ease my mind.
With her voice, so warm and true,
She guides my heart in all I do.
When I fall, she lifts me high,
Like a bird that learns to fly.
Through her care, I've learned to see,
Love and strength live deep in me.
No gift on earth can match her grace,
Her love shines bright in every place.
Dear mother, I will always say,
I love you more with every day.
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