Always with a kind word there.
Hazel eyes touched up with eye-liner,
So often laughing but holding meaning as well.
So kind, so compassionate,
Insisting on my well-being,
And selflessly made sure,
that I had a solid foundation.
My mother may be intimidating,
and getting on my nerves.
But who could blame her?
I am here to learn from her, not the opposite.
My dear Mother,
How much I love you,
I simply can not say,
But you really should know,
that even all the king's men and horses,
Can never take away my love for you.
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