Mom
The one who is my provider,
The one who will be there even when she is tired.
Who Loved me through my good and my bad,
the one who I just want to make glad.
You inspire me to keep going every day,
The things you’ve taught me I use in every way.
You are always routing for me
Even when in am too blind to see.
I’ve seen you struggle; I’ve seen you fight
You did it all, so I can have a great life.
To the woman I owe my life
The one who has always kept me alive
From watching the things you’ve overcome
This is why you’re the woman I want to become
You keep me going, you are my drive.
Only for great things will I strive.
No matter what life may bring,
I know that my mother’s love is unwavering.
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