She was that teenager going to the stream
she was that spinster going through life
she was she that was chased by he
she was all, a lady could be
she was the answer to what he asked for
and today, in her heart and attire, she is
and all we want her to be, is
and mother will always be a mother
and the dream of every brick bloke
and the dream of she, is to be a mother
what else can we do without their love?
What have we lost when they are not there?
What a beauty that life gives to us?
What on earth could replace mothers?
Whatever! They are special love to us.
Oh! Mothers! Mothers of love!
Oh! What a love we have and give!
Oh! Mothers' special soup and food!
Oh! Mothers endearment
Oh! Mothers sentient mind and heart!
Mum, I love you from the deepest...
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