She has brought me the first day for the rest of my life,
More reason that i should strife,
In earnest so she could be my wife.
She is a mother,
But not like just another.
She has a way to gather,
A shot in the arm to a father.
She is care,
Which to find is rare.
Like a song bird when she sings,
What joy she brings.
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