The love of a mother and child,
That sinks so deeply and grows so wild,
Like a beautiful flowers bloom,
It's escense fills up the room,

Why isn't everyone blessed with it you ask yourself why,
Someone to wipe your tears when you cry,
A love that lasts beyond your last breath,
It is even stronger after ones death,

So don't take your blessings for granted,
Live life with the cards you were handed,
And never forget let them know you will always be there,
That they can count on you when life isn't so fair.



 
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