Even though I'm twenty-four
Her caring never stops
She always asks, how are you?
On days when I don't feel well
She's the first one to my door
Just to make sure, I'm doing alright
Yes, even though I'm twenty-four
Able to care for myself
She's always looking after me
Because, a mother's caring never stops
1975/RjH
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