A search from above is how it begun
How I wished to find that perfect one
She'll be gentle & kind, yet a wee bit stern
Right from wrong, this I need to learn
She will listen in times, I say not a word.
So I know that my cries, will not go unheard
Show by example, she must lead the way.
Providing some space, without letting me stray
She needs to be strong, to carry my weight
Unbiased at heart, not instill hate
Her heart must be tender, for a weak one won't do
Oh, I mustn't forget, yes, she must love me too!
Glancing back down, I picked her right out.
She is the one, i knew without doubt.
It had to be her, so rare, like no other
She is the one, I want for my Mother
I look back and smile at just how I knew.
If asked once again, Mom, my pick would be you!
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