Who loved us,
raised us, fed us, and even combed our hair
It is their day
to be spoiled, pampered, loved and adored
To be served
champagne and cups of tea, that someone else has poured
I could write a
million lines, or I could just say this
Many deathly
injuries were cured with mother’s kiss
On the straight
and narrow she worked hard to keep us there
This is for you
my mother, so you know we all do care
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