My mother,
Hero that she is.
Having three birds,
To take care of.
With just all her might.
Untill the day,
We all take flight.
My mother,
Is a hero that she is.
Helping as over and over,
With out showing fear.
She is the women,
I dream to be.
Brave and strong,
And can stand on her own.
Not needing a man to get her by,
But useing her own strenght instead.
Faced with a changle,
She dives head first.
Battling till victory,
In which she wins.
So mother,
Keep up the good work.
For you can all ways count on me,
When its time for a break.
My Hero.
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