Through rain and sleet she walks
The battered wind her face
Her mind is on her children
She thinks picks up her pace
They mean the world to her
Each morning rise the sun
They made her proud of who she is
Her journey’s just begun
A mother who is special
A mother who is proud
A mothers heart so warm and true
I’m truly so astound
She never gives up hope
When hope seems never near
She lifts her head up high
A woman who’s so dear
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