Daniel Lloyd Kennedy
Your My Mom - Poem by Daniel Lloyd Kennedy
Mothers come and mothers go,
They all do work for others,
Sometimes we think they just don't care,
What seems to be the matter.
But I have found you really do,
And helped us more or less,
When others chose to let it pass,
You always came through for us.
Your the best, above the rest,
This verse is praise to you,
I'm always proud to tell someone,
How much they'd love you too.
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