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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