Mother
There's a person like non other,
You guessed it right, we call her mother
She is my heart,
A very important part.
She is my angelic dove,
Who offers me love.
Tears she sheds for me,
Advice she gives for free.
Her charming face bubbly,
Her heart always lovely.
Though I am seldom mild,
I am very fortunate to be your child.
My Mother, Dear Mother.
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