A mother's love,
Is one of a kind,
It's not something,
Two words can define.
Sometimes it's hard to understand,
Yet it's always something more than,
Two hands can withstand.
A mother,
Is a blessing,
And a gift,
A sister,
And a friend,
She's an all in one,
And this list,
Is nowhere close to done.
So don't wait for the time,
Where she's gone,
Make more of the mother,
You've got,
Because she's the one,
And only...
She's the one.
Within her embrace,
I'm taken to this magical place,
That no other can take me to,
Because my mother can't be replaced.
Her love is one of a kind,
And I'm proud to call her mine.
A.A.R
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