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Mama


She wakes up in the early morning,

ready to face the day.

She takes up the mantle of momma bird,

something she does everyday.

 

She makes her kids breakfast

and sends them on their way.

She kisses her husband goodbye,

for his job permits no delay.

 

She is not bitter,

for her heart only loves.

She makes you want to be a better person

and believe in the God above.

 

She will always be my rock,

my life, my Sunday.

She will always be the reason

I made it someday.

 

Gracias Mama.

 
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