My Mother's Daughter
My Mother
My Mother
My Mother
I am her(s).
My Mother:
With her rough hands and rougher voice
With her sweet smile and hardened eyes
A lion in her heart and Heaven at her feet.
And I:
With my soft soul and sheltered mind
With my carefree mouth and laughing heart
A fire in my being and an Angel by my side.
My Champion
My Deliverance
My Sanctuary
I am her(s).
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