Mom, you are my role model
Raising me to a young woman, from a little girl
Step by step, day by day
You've done a great job, in so many ways
When I need someone, you are always there
I never have to doubt that you care
I can always tell you what i'm thinking of
Mom, you have my love
You raised me the best you could
Took care of me like any good mother would
You brought me in this world, guided me through life
Giving me the things every kid needs to survive
You righted me when I was wrong
many times you helped me stay strong
Like many mothers, you've tried your best
And mom, i'd say you passed the test
Raising four girls by yourself
Must have been harder than I could inmagine
But obviously you knew just where to begin
And for that i'll love you to the end.....
Copyright © Amy Cook | Year Posted 2005
words cannot express how I feel right now....
I just want to thank you for all you have done for me....
I do not know where I would be today....
if you where not there as my crutch when I needed you most....
you are the most understanding & caring person in the world....
to have and to love as a mother....
I thank my prayers from the good Lord up above....
for the prayers that were answered for the man I have become today....
I wish all parents were as supportive as you have been to me....
to talk when we need too stay quiet when we need too....
thank you for the life you have given me....
and the direction that you have led me in....
I will cherish all the memories, advice, & love you have given me....
forever and always....
I love you Mom.
I love you.
Kevin Ryan Hansen
Copyright © kevin hansen | Year Posted 2006
A Mother’s Love…
How precious is the love
of a mother’s heart!
Even as a child… It’s there from the start.
A mother’s love knows
no boundary or limit.
It’s often shown by how
much the mother gives it!
Whether her children are
young or growing old…
And whatever circumstances
in life may unfold…
Her love is continually
a solid foundation…
That can’t be removed, torn or shaken.
Her love is what is
a “guiding force…”
Even if her children’s lives
stray “off course.”
I’m thankful for the love
my mother’s given…
It’s surely influenced
the way I’ve been livin’!
To all of our mothers across
our great nation…
May we show them our love
Their love has stood and
endured the test of time…
I’m so glad that one of them is MINE!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013
Thank you – Zamreen Zarook
Thank you is a sweet word in the nature,
You may be a guy of adventure,
May be you are a person of agriculture,
What matters is your architecture.
Never forget the people, who guided you,
In no degree neglect who were with you,
Don’t ever overlook a creature, who gave a smile to you,
Because, you will meet them above you.
People forget the past due to selfishness,
They have no time to remember their unawareness,
Society, most of the times behave in awfulness,
They will understand when their lives come in to bitterness.
Be a person to thank and remember,
Don’t consider them as December,
Because, you might need them in November,
So, always be as a good subscriber.
Copyright © Zamreen Zarook | Year Posted 2013
I sing of a special mother
One like no other
One bothered about another
A mother who smiles and care
One who did nothing but share
It is great to know she is always there
When tear drops she brought a toy
Her whispers sparkles unceasing joy
Her love is stronger than the Helen of Troy
You taught me from wrong to right
You taught me the difference between darkness and light
You taught me to recite the Lord’s Prayer day and night
Envelope yourself in a mothers Love
For she is like an angel from above
Never trade her love for the price of a dove
As we celebrate all mothers in a special way
Thank you for your fidelity, even when we went astray
And above all, thank you for what we are today
He grants the barren woman a home, Like a joyful mother of children.
Praise the LORD! Ps 113:9
Copyright © Gideon Foli | Year Posted 2013
im sorry ive caused you pain.
i thank you for sticking by me through everything.
and not giving up on me. i dnt no what
i would do if you had given up on me.
Im sorry ive lied to your face and you knew it,
but you still loved me the same as before.
so i thank you.
i dont know if i would be here with you if you had given up on me.
im sorry ive broken your trust over and over,
and you still wanna trust me.
i thank you again.
i dont know wat i would have done if you didnt trust me.
im sorry ive done things behind your back,
even though i promised you i would never do them.
im sure you knw but you never said anything.
i wish you would have. it would have saved us all alot of pain
i thank you for never giving up on me.
i dont no how to tell you how much i love you.
mom i love you sooooooo much you wont ever no how much i love u and thank you for everything
Copyright © jaremy mount Jr | Year Posted 2013
I do not know?
someone always told me this with tears in her eyes...
(for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother’s ‘sister’ and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony, New Delhi)
a wife left South Africa in the 1960’s to join her husband
who was in exile at the time...
in 1970 the husband was sent by the African National Congress to India to be its representative there...
the husband and wife spent two years in Bombay...
one afternoon the husband fell and broke his leg...
the wife knocked on their neighbour’s door, in an apartment complex in Bombay
the neighbour was an old Punjabi lady...
the wife asked the neighbour for a doctor to see to the injured husband...
a Parsi ‘Bone-Setter’ was promptly summoned...
the husband still recalls his anxiety of seeing ‘Bone-Setter’ written on the Parsi gentleman’s bag...
by the way, the ‘Bone-Setter’ worked his ancient craft and surprisingly for the husband, his broken leg healed quite soon...
but still on that day, while the ‘Bone-Setter’ was seeing to the husband...
the wife and the old Punjabi lady from next door got to talking about this and that and where these new Indian-looking wife and husband were from as their accents were clearly not local...
the wife told the elderly Punjabi lady that the husband worked for the African National Congress of South Africa and had left to serve the ANC from exile...
and that they had left their two children behind in South Africa and that they were now essentially political refugees...
the Punjabi lady broke down and wept uncontrollably...
she told the foreign woman that she too had had to leave her home in Lahore in 1947 and flee to India with only the clothes on her back when the partition of the subcontinent took place and Pakistan was formed and at a time when Hindus from Pakistan fled to India and vice versa...
the Punjabi lady then asked the foreign woman her name...
‘Zubeida’, but you can call me ‘Zubie’...
the Punjabi woman hugged Zubie some more, and the two women, seperated by age and geography, wept, sharing a shared pain...
the Punjabi woman told Zubie that she was her ‘sister’ from that day on, and that she felt that pain of exile and forced migration and what being a refugee felt like...
Zubie and her husband Mosie became the closest of friends with the Hindu Punjabi neighbours who were kicked out of Pakistan by Muslims...
then came the time for Mosie and Zubie to leave for Delhi where the African National Congress office was based...
the elderly Punjabi lady and Mosie and Zubie said their goodbyes...
a year or two later, the elderly Punjabi lady’s daughter Lata married Ravi Sethi and the couple moved to Delhi...
the elderly Punjabi lady called Zubie and told her that her daughter was coming to Delhi to live and that she had told Lata, her daughter that she had a ‘sister’ in Delhi...
Lata and Ravi Sethi then moved to Delhi...
This was in the mid-1970’s...
Lata and Zubie became the closest of friends and that bond stayed true, and stays true till today, though Zubie is no more, and the elderly Punjabi lady is no more...
the son and the husband still have a bond with Lata and Ravi Sethi...
a bond that was forged between Hindu and Muslim and between two continents across the barriers of creed and time...
a bond strong and resilient, forged by the pain and trauma of a shared experience...
and that is why, and I shall never stop believing this, that hope shines still, for with all the talk of this and of that, and of that and of this, there will always be a simple woman, somewhere, anywhere, who would take the ‘other’ in as a sister, a fellow human...
and that is why there will always be hope...
hope in the midst of this and of that and of that and of this...
(for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother’s ‘sister’ and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony, New Delhi)
Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013
As life is created from her womb
Bountiful preparation is needed
Charisma, duty, and love
Develop the best care offered
Ecstatic for recording memorabilia
For such experiences occur only once
Given the opportunity to successfully grow
Home redefines as “elsewhere besides the abode”
Ill from separation
Joy still remains in the love connection
Kept in touch through messages of endearment
Life becomes more heartwarming
Mothers nurture endless dreams
*Since Mother's day is nearby, this poem is for all of the caring and devoted mothers out there!:)
Copyright © Michael Mitchell | Year Posted 2013
I do not know?
(for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla)
Pregnant, your husband on the run,
your daughter, a child, a few years old,
they hauled you in, these brutish men,
into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell.
They wanted information, you gave them nothing,
these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter,
and white was right in South Africa back then,
but, you did not cower, you stood resolute,
you, my mother, faced them down, their power,
their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats.
You, my mother, would not, could not break,
You stood firm, you stood tall.
You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall.
You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles,
the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation
from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad,
my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow
up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place,
by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men,
whose skin just happened to be lighter.
You told me many things, as I grew older,
of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder.
You were a fighter, for a just cause,
like countless other South African women,
you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs,
of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow,
you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow.
Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still,
a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life,
all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill.
I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers,
the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land,
who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand.
I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed,
your body interred in your beloved South African soil,
you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder,
of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil.
I salute you!
(for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours,
who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)
Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013
I cherish you,
If you cherish me.
You brought me to life,
We began to meet through time,
Sometimes you don't comprehend me,
Sometimes you don't understand me,
That sometimes time isn't enough,
That sometimes instincts get uncontrolled...,
You were designated for my life,
And you profile my living...
We share lives...
Time brings maturity,
And time doesn't last forever,
As well as we don't last forever...
There is no such thing,
As total perfection,
Copyright © Ruben A. Hernandez Diaz | Year Posted 2013
It's like a weight lifted off of my heart;
I am no longer torn apart.
Thank God you are safe;
Everything is okay.
Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013
I may not be at home with you
'though it does not mean that you're not near
I recollect those things you've done
For me throughout the years
You've picked me up when I've fell down
and soothed my broken spirit;
played games and taught me how to grow
Worked hard to feed us with it
So my heartfelt thanks are in these words
as I think of you this way;
and all my love is sent to you
All year, not just today.
Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2009
I do not know?
For mom who gave birth to me
For mom who picked me up when I fell
For mom who made me smile through all the tears
For mom who was strong when I was weak
For mom who cared when everyone else didn't
For mom who believes in their child
Thank you mom
(This was actually written on mother's day 2013)
Copyright © Carrie White | Year Posted 2015
A mother's holiday should be everyday,
To show you the thanks I wish to repay.
A million word poem could never consist,
Of all that you do - a lifetime of lists.
So Ill keep it short - a miniature report.
To convey my gratitude for all your support.
Preparing this thank-you, builds tears in my eyes.
The bulletproof bond we share never dies.
Countless memories we've made as a pair,
Has given me more than I can compare
Your lessons of chivalry I've cherished so dear.
You've molded my heart to love with no fear.
Your lullaby songs that put me to sleep,
Created a herd of infinite sheep.
Happy Mother's Day Mom, I hope you enjoy.
Much love from your son, your grown baby boy.
- Yours Truly
Copyright © Yours Truly | Year Posted 2013
A sonnet to a faded little rose,
Could never hope to tell you how I feel.
The things you gave up just for me do show,
That parental love is your only seal.
Since birth you've been near just to protect me,
And help me up each time that I would fall,
And guide me with a hand on which I'd lean,
Depending as I start down lifes vast hall.
When I have gone from your home to my own,
To rear my family as you did rear me.
I only hope that God will help me know,
The joy and sorrows, that I once caused thee.
My love for you is as endless as time itself,
And deeper than the oceans deepest cove.
Copyright © Marycile Beer | Year Posted 2005
It turns out, I'm still a little kid.
The little kid who cries.
The little kid who's afraid.
The little kid who clings on to mom.
The little kid who falls every time he runs.
The little kid who gets bruises, wounds, scars--- patching band aids over it.
Now I understand.
I understand why She would leave me, while dropping my siblings off to school
She didn't have enough.
She would come back and bring Champorado. Spaghetti when she has enough.
She would help me dress for school: putting socks over my feet, fix my imperfect uniform, give me kisses for luck.
At times, I would cry when she drops me off.
At times, I would cry with them, every time their parents drop them off.
Most of the time, I would be very happy to see her there, standing, waiting for me.
She would carry me when I didn't have the energy.
She would carry me whenever I'm sick.
She would carry me to show affection.
She didn't have enough.
She works hard every day.
She works hard to keep the house clean.
She works hard to keep the fridge full.
She prays hard to survive.
She prays hard for guidance.
She prays hard for strength.
She raised us with her own bare hands.
She was our father.
She is my Mom.
Copyright © Jesson Rata | Year Posted 2013
You've given me encouragement every single day,
You have helped me to fly, in your kind and loving way,
You lifted my wings with your wind, so I could see,
Which is more than anyone has ever done for me.
How do I put into words, things that I can never say,
Your words of encouragement are always here to stay,
My love and thankfulness, if I can repay it I would,
I am writing this because only you knew that I could.
This poem is dedicated to my Mom, Janet Deschler.
She is always the "wind beneath my wings".
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013
flowers on Mom's grave
like a soft, sweet northbound kiss
Her Memory Etched....
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2015
What shall I say to her?
What if she knows?
Can she tell that I carry another soul?
As I wonder what would I tell mom...
All these thoughts paced through my head,
I should have NEVER laid in his bed...
Sweet nothings was ALL that he said...
He got what he wanted, then left, just fled...
I was weak a young victim a surely misled...
When I confessed to my mother,
That I had slept with my lover,
And in a few months she'd be a grandmother...
Her face turned cherry red, yet words where still unsaid...
Days turned into months,
My belly stuck out further in front...
Finally we spoke today,
She said "When is he due?"
I replied "This May the 8th."
She said "She loves me!"
That was it, nothing else to say but "I love you too mom, in a special way!"
For it will be a blessed Mothers Day...
My Statistic: Life is challenging enough, it tends to be even
Harder for adolescence because they don't
Know as much as they think they
Know in actuality they don't. But mistakes and accidents are
Apart of life.... You live and you learn...
Copyright © Lakisa Battie | Year Posted 2011
Grace under pressure
Overtones of elegance
Strength of brass.
Tending splendid gardens
Where laughter and fun
Sprout as if native
In the warmth of her sun.
Incensed by thoughtless actions
Yet steady in her mood
Mixing sweet persuasion
With wisdom for food.
A Virgo mom’s a blessing
For one raised in her nest
So just today this Taurus says
That Virgo is the best!
Copyright © Nancy Jones | Year Posted 2006
I do not know?
My M O M
By Elaine Roy
I was touched by a hand that formed my heart
In the eyes of an angel, where love filled my heart
Where ugly and bad was what I was told, my Mom took her heart to show me, that I was beautiful and touch my soul
Time had no meaning, when it came to healing my wounds; my Mom patiently stitched and patched every whole in my heart
I watch in amazement of how my mom touched, everyone's heart she knew
It was their love and understanding rejoiced, because my mom filled another heart with love!
I learned what prayers were and found that they really work
It was the greatest day of my life, when, I got to call you My MOM!
Thank you, Mom for forming my hearts, so we could say these words!
I love you!
Thanks for being my awesome Mom!
Copyright © Elaine Roy | Year Posted 2013
Mother a best give to me,
You are my best friend,
You are my icon,
You are my sister,
You are my model,
You are my mentor and my adviser.
We're unlucky without you,
We're incomplete without you,
We're not here without you,
You are a life for us that given from above.
Thank you for the happiness,
Thank you for your help,
Thank you for your trust,
Thank you for your care,
Thank you for your love,
Thank you for treasure us,
Thank you for all the things that you made for us.
I love you, it means I need you,
I love you, it means I care you,
I love you, it means I trust you,
I love you, it means I treasure you,
I love you 'cause you are my mom.
Copyright © Elmer Candol | Year Posted 2014
What a wonderful mom in law I have
She is kind and caring in so many ways
She shows kindness at every turn
She says I love you without hesitation
And always has concern
She is wonderful and I love her so
Andrea is going to be 99 this year!
She has given the world to her sons
And no daughters, but she has
The best sons in the world I can say,
I married david her wonderful son,
Its been 35 years together for he is just like her
Its a treasure in this world I can say, for andrea
My mom in law had been robbed 3 times and had to move away
Away from her home but she stood just as strong
She has been graced by the Lord above
By getting to live with her sister in peace
For this little older lady has so much grace that she said without
Hesitation this is now my home and my new place
I cannot tell you how much it means to have my mom in law and me
Copyright © Laurel Larison | Year Posted 2012
How many springs that bloomed and withered like flowers?
How many winters that came and melted in front of me?
How many summers that burnt my skin and dried the land?
How many autumns had covered the front door with leaves
that crackle, when you stepped-on, rushing to kiss me?
I’m a grown man
now, early-forties. Yet,
I still remember well what I wore on my first day of school;
It was not signature, nor a famous Armani brand; but
a hand made barong, sewn to fit me.
You slaved yourself over it, so that neighbors
won’t tease me, half-naked going to school.
I also remember when I held your worn hand in mine
to compliment you; and you looked straight into my eyes,
bluish---like the color of the sky over us. You smiled.
The warmth of your hands still lingers on my body,
mingles with the sweat of your blood that runs thru my veins.
At that moment of time I knew, my life’s filled with love.
To you, my beloved Mom
Happy Mother’s Day!
Here, I brought a basket of apples, your favorite
which I picked from our grove---at the back garden.
Let me cut this red one, for you, and I’ll show…
the star---the symbol of my past and my future. A great star.
Mom, only these I’ve for you, fruits of my hands, not diamond.
My precious son, red or green apple, Californian or not, is fine
with me. And, I don’t need diamond, for I already have one
since nineteen hundred and sixty-seven, the year when I saw
the cockcrow and dusk, finally, met that caught me, by surprise.
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2007
I do not know?
Mom slaved over cobbler pies
for a dinner-time surprise!
Applauded, she sighs...
Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2012
I think of you everyday
And miss you in many ways
Even when the days are gray
Thank you mom in every way
You're the best to me today and always
With the suns ray
I love you everyday
Copyright © Eve Anderson | Year Posted 2010
At times, I know the words to say thanks for what you have done for me
But they end up flying away like a bird that is set free
How do I thank you enough, the one who makes me complete
The one who taught me wrong from right, the one who
tucked me at night. The one who could see into the eyes
of fear, the one who always had a tissue for my tears
The one that made many sacrifices always putting me first
Who could paint the world a picture,
even when things took a turn for the worst.
What way can I thank you for your sweat blood and tears?
For putting up with me for oh so many years…
For changing as I changed, understanding my faults
Love me not because you had to, but because
Thank you for never giving up on me,
When your patience came to reach its end
Thank you for the many years of being my best friend.
And I come to understand, the only way to say thank
you is just this single way:
Look at me before you, see what I have become
and see what I’have grown up to become
See all your great efforts and the great job you have done
All your ambitions and dreams all your wisdom that no one sees
A conversion of your best years passed down to me
Thank you for all my days for all days both gray and blue
But most importantly thank you for making all dreams come true
Copyright © Nicholas Oifoh | Year Posted 2007
Funny as I remember now -
I went out to the animal shelter to-rescue my little Annie one day-
some time not to long ago; and-from outside, on my way in I saw her -
and as I walked-in and looked-around, I asked-to-God, "What-kind of-
day is it going to be-for me-today?" and then in that moment, I saw
her again, and she was cute, as a button-a very fun and-smashing,
playful; innocent-young-lady, this tender little girl - and I new I
was going to bring-a new light, into her tired-and-lonely and-
vacant, quiet-little-world - and as I heard this-shy yet eager,
raspy-little-meow-from behind this-pen she-was-sitting in -
I walked over to have a look see; and there she was
looking up at me - "My little kitten Annie!" -
with-twinkling and starry-eyes and a warmness-and-passion
for-life I could-have-never-imagined - (nor have-ever; ignored)
and so I reached-down-and picked-up... the-kindnesses-of my-
soul - and the-simple touch-on my-skin of her-warm fur, was of-
the sensation of the purest beauty, I had never-known, and as
she placed-her cool-nose and a soft-little paw... on the-lips
of my-face -
we looked at each-other... a quiet-while with such an-intense -
and simple-feeling -
you know that feeling-you-have when to get-to-hold the one-thing
you have long-for so-long... to hold - finally you know you-couldn't
have asked for more.
So-yes-it's funny-to me; what God brings to the weary soul, a love-
and-loss so-unique and precious; opportunistic... . Always I'm coming
to find-offered to everyone; given to all as-its-own-equal... ! It's been
some years and-sadly, gone-from-me-now she-is... but I know as my-
heart is-hers and-hers mine I know-we'll-never be-apart... !
I had a little kitten-named-Annie one day some time-ago, and oh how I
loved to hold her, because she rescued me from my tired-and-lonely;
Inspire by the greatest of all the plays I have ever seen, and as I was
an orphan myself early on in my years - and was as well adopted - I
went to see it five times in three years as a child. My new parents
took me without recourse or woe-yes, the play-well of course, it
was little orphan "Annie!"
Hyphens used in conjunction with one another for recording
purposes for the disabled.
Songs I give for my Mom and Dad. Thank you both
so much, truly I feel I can never thank you enough!
Copyright © James Long | Year Posted 2009
Stroll through the Illest Empire
So much heat feeling like we’re living in the fire
But we’re living under fire
Tell me how many shots must it take before my loved ones are crying at my own wake
Its time for a break from sad eyes I’ve seen grown men cry
It hurts to tell a loved one good-bye
It’s the same reason why they died
Hearts just too full of pride
Mothers praying their young’n wont be a victim of a homicide
Too many drive-bys blood shed for a block you really can’t call mine
Wishing we could turn back time
High off of nickels’ and dimes
Making moves to boost your grind looking for hope
But the hustle got us in a head choke
Don’t blame me for acting crazy cause this how the streets made me and you
To watch our back and throw bows and cuss
Cause you got to be tough when times are rough
I know your asking when will enough be enough
And truth is I don’t know but this is how it goes down
But if I make it out will you smile for me now
So many families struggling with poverty
I don’t judge cause that use to be me
Watching mom come home late
Barley any food on our plate
So young and life we already hate
Praying God bring us something great
My clothes were cheap imitates and kids called you on them for being fake
Knowing mom bust her ass to provide
But all your knock offs you begin to hide
Ashamed of what you own
I know how you feel I been there too
I see mothers walking there kids to school
And the walk is far when you cant afford a car
Mom hoping one day you’ll be a star
I know about being next to poor
Your local neighborhood liquor market is your grocery store
Wishing you didn’t have to go through that living off of food stamps
Cube the neighborhood is a trap but we’ll all be free
So smile for you and me
Even 2pac said smile for me
This isn’t how its always going to be unless you let it be
In our different way we’re all a G
Cause we’re trying to make it straight legit
Whatever your hustle never quit but don’t lose yourself in it
Cause you still got a long ways to go
Still got a long time to grow
Use what you know to get by or you wont survive
Remember to always keep your dreams alive
Whatever it is just do it and never try
The limit is the sky so keep your heads held high
And when you come to a hard road just always know nothing can keep you down
You’ll be able to come back around
So give yourself a chance
And I’ll smile for you now
Copyright © brian miller jr | Year Posted 2011
If I open my eyes and light I see, how wonderful!
If I close my eyes and light I still see, how wonderful!
If I touch water and it cools my skin, how wonderful!
If I touch fire and I feel the heat, how wonderful!
If I taste the sweetness of an orange and it brings a smile to my face, how wonderful!
If I taste the bitterness of a grapefruit and it makes me squirm, how wonderful!
If I smell the pleasant fragrance of a perfume, how wonderful!
If I smell the stench of rotting garbage, how wonderful!
If I hear a bird singing, how wonderful!
If I hear a loud siren, how wonderful!
If I live to see another day, how wonderful!
And If I pass, that would be wonderful too!
Thank you mom, for all the these wonders would not be possible if it weren't for you.
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