MAMA!
When I was young, I got into trouble or I might've even lied,
Then you'd take my phone so I'd cry and wonder why,
Now that I am older and understand,
I appreciate you deeply for your commands,
Not only did you help me when I was in a jam,
You did what you could to make me a man,
I told you as a kid that you'd never have to work again,
Now its a must because lying is a sin,
This thing you've blessed me, I'm very grateful,
I love you mom and thank you for my life
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