A person who cares for me,
A person who can actually feel me,
She is my mother….
She has a warm heart,
This cannot be apart.
With a golden heart,
Which I’ve kept in a special cart.
She can cure my chest,
With a medicine that is the best.
She is a philosopher,
And a cheerful gossiper.
She is a critic for doing wrong things,
Who can take me to another world through wings….
She is lively,
And also a Super- Duper Mommy…
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