Without Her ...
She brought me my first toy,
My first kiss and first hug.
She filled my heart with joy,
And filled my life with love.
She taught me that all things,
Come from Jesus up above.
But most of all, sweet Earth,
She taught me how to love.
She taught me that a fantasy,
Could end up with screams.
She taught me not to give up,
Not to give up on my dreams.
She taught me words of wisdom,
And tended to my every need.
She gave me all the tools,
That a man needs to succeed.
She filled my world with laughter,
And brightened up my world.
And these are the reasons why,
You're my mother and my favorite girl.
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