The gift of a mom
Hand in Hand
you guided me
Step by Step
you helped me
Little by Little
you taught me
I am a product of you
You made me who I am
You loved e
You cared
You were always there
The nine months
The eighteen years
The aches pains and tears
Yet you did it for me
And all other children
Yours or not
Mothers are Gods gifts
Unlike no other
Their love unconditional
Their purpose so unique
Angels in disguise
From the halo in their smile
To the light in their heart
To the arms we call wings
And the kisses we call life
The small things we recieve
The gift of a mom
Is the best living thing
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