I love my Mom,
She’s very neat.
We have lots of fun times,
And she always tickles my feet.
Whenever I’m down,
Wallowing in self-doubt,
I only have to call her name,
And she’s there to pull me out.
I’ve been there for her and her for me-
Always through think and thin.
If there were ever a secret I didn’t know,
She’d be sure to let me in.
She will always be in my heart,
Whatever tests may come.
She’s unique,
She’s my one and only Mum.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem