As The Moon and stars displays the glory of their maker,
the sheeps submits to power of their keeper,
I appreciate the courage of a mother,
she made me live a life like no other,
carried me so i can look over he shoulder,
many at times we don't seem to understand each other,
just because i feel i'm getting older,
but it takes just a little time before we come together,
i've never thought of trading you for any other,
and never will i compare you to another mother,
forever will i be grateful to you mother,
Mother, my sweet mother.
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