Mother
She stands tall
Never will fall
Her heart of gold
Always so bold
Her hands are for giving
She is the true definition of living
The clothes she wears with pride
Walking with a perfect stride
No one can put her down
The worst won’t defeat
She always beats
My heart is filled with her love
It cannot be disposed of
She has my life
Like a butcher to his knife
Influencing with the best
And the true test
Is to see if I could ever live up
So I watch close-up
Only to decide
Right there by her side
No one can be better
Not even the sweetest letter
She is mine and no one else’s
Due to her being selfless
My mother
Is no other
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