She birthed me and swaddled me,
she showered me with love.
Her arms always embraced me,
they fit me like a glove.
Her words were the only ones,
that could help to heal my scars.
Hers was the only light,
that would comfort me in the dark.
She woke me up to play with me,
she laughed at all my jokes.
She sang with me to old musicals,
although she couldn’t hold the notes.
Her faith in my abilities,
has stood the test of time.
She’s the portrait of what a mother should be,
and I’m glad that she is mine.
So, here’s to you, mom, on this special day,
my love for you has no end.
You’re my giver of life, my confidant,
and will always be my best friend.
Happy Mother’s Day.
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