Mother
Of all the things in this world
I need my mother the most.
I need my rock,
My shoulder to cry on,
The one who keeps my head on straight.
I couldn't live without her
She is my bestfriend
She is the air I breathe
The blood in my veins
My backbone
My heartbeat
She holds the other half of my heart like she holds the other half of my tattoo
Too many mothers sacrifice too much
And get nothing in return
Hard work goes unnoticed.
Everything I do, I do for her
I try my hardest to make her proud
To make her smile
She helped me become who I am today
This woman gave me my life, and I will give my life to her
Although my simple life cannot repay for the greatness she has given me.
Of all things in this world
I need my mother the most.
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