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Mother The name I call


Mom. The name I desire to call.

Without her, daily would I fall.

Taught me to walk, taught me to love

Taught me, a person never gives up.

Mom, the person I cannot live without

for her daily food gives me energy, without a doubt.

But most importantly because she would always know

my feelings, my thoughts, without having me show

my inner desires, my daily sorrows.

Mom, the person who would take the bullet

for me who couldn’t even love her to the fullest.

Mom, the love of my life

The only person who’ll love me even after I die.

 
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