SO REAL
No substitute to it
None except for you
For if love could be renamed
Mum it would be
For the meaning she plays
That "REAL "is no word
To mean what she does
Rich or Poor
Mama has a way
Outstretching that Hope
Filled with lots of doubt
Second thoughts and guesses
So powerful the Rank Mother
That nature holds it for greatness
Save for land of Origin
She who holds it on merit
Is you dear Mum
For a lot you can and have done
For so little I can pay
Only prayers I can say
An all-time Blessing for you
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