The Poem:

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She's the first woman I met

from the time I was born.

My blood, my flesh and my soul

was forged to shape my form.

My Chamber is inside her

depending on everything,

before she let me out

and show that I'm blessing.

A woman of bravery

even death is a threat.

For a chance to free a child 

to gasp its first breath.

A woman of gentleness

with an absolute love.

Who will completely provide

care as gently as a dove.

No matter how my tale ends

I'll always remember

the unconditional love

of a mother forever.

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