Birthday
Love is patient, love is kind.
I'm so glad that you're mine.
It does not envy, it does not boast.
I believe I love you the most.
It is not proud, it is not rude.
You know how to liven my mood.
It always protects, always trusts.
Loving you is a must.
My mother, my friend, and companion,
You are never demanding.
You're the one I run to when all is chaotic.
Happy Birthday Mom!
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