Sometimes
Sometimes it's hard to remember,
All the reasons I should respect her,
All the things she's done on my behalf,
When she couldn't smile or even imagine a laugh,
When I am angry and I've gone mad,
I can't remember the times she had,
When the road was plain and simple to see,
But she took the treacherous one for me,
I know if it weren't for her and her love,
I wouldn't have the life that I have,
And the life that's stretched in front of me,
Would be darker without her shining beauty,
Sometimes it's hard to remember,
All the reasons I should respect her,
But I respect her because I love her,
And I love her because she's my mother.
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