There are mothers,
there are mummys,
there are mama,
Of the three,
i never know your class
not until the day you take a bullet for my sake.
you are the best mother in this world,
i never appreciate you while you are living,
but the vacum of your demise is so vast that it can never be fill.
the mother of mothers,
you are an inestimable jewel,
a paragon of beauty,
an angel in disguise.
seeing you now in my dream is so touching,
how i wish i can revive you,
how i wish i can change the hand of clock,
how i wish i did not join the black axe confraternity
that brought about your death in cold blood.
even in death you are the best mother.
i love you my mother,
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