Dear Mom,
I know you do the dishes
And clean up all my messes.
You always make us dinner,
And still, find time to stress.
Thank you for your sarcasm,
And teaching me to flight not fight
Even though I never thanked you,
It’s something I am really glad I know.
I am grateful you’re my mother.
You are so loving,
funny and strong.
You always helped me with my homework
and is always there for me with advice.
Plus, no one else would put up with me for this long!
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