Mama
All the time I wonder how she has the time.
Mama how did you sit and listen to me whine.
Long brown hair with whisps of grey,
my mama inspires me everyday.
She holds my hand and helps me stand tall.
my mama alone takes care of it all.
when I get older, I say "I wanna be my mama one day".
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