The Love Of My Life
She cuddle with me every night I felt alone.
She let me cry on her shoulder when daddy didn't pick up the phone.
She worked day and night for my brother and I.
Then she'd hold us when we cry.
She goes to hell and back just for our education.
Hoping that none of us end up at a police station.
I know she push us out first in the threat of a bomb.
I know she would because she is a AMAZING mom...
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