Mother
When I'm sick, you're a doctor.
When I'm sad, you're a shoulder to cry on.
When I fall, you're there to pick me back up.
When I'm broken you put me back together.
When the world looks at you they see a women.
But, when I look at you I see my strong, beautiful, intelligent mother.
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