Mothers

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Whenever I feel lonely,

She'll take me in her arms,

She'll wrap me up and hold me close,

No fears of being harmed.

She always knows just what to say,

I can count on her smile everyday

She never angers when I whine

she is there for me all the time.

She is my shoulder that I lean on,

The one I share that special bond.

And anytime I need a hug

Her arms are open warm and snug.

No matter how old I am, or how big I get,

A place will be held for me on her lap.

I love you mother, one of a kind.

I'll take your hand if you take mine.

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