Mother

January 19, 2016

My mother is a huge blessing

When I asked her questions, she never left me guessing

She helped me understand all that I couldn't

I'd never break her trust, because she wouldn't

Others may think she has an heat of ice

And some think she's very nice

My mom will always be my mom and that will just suffice

Ultimately I love her most for her great advice

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