Her eyes always shine for me,
Her lips always smile so soft,
Some grey in her hair may be
But this doesn't mean she is old.
She always can find the words
To soothe all the pain, make things right.
I think God has blessed this world
With her kind soul and big heart.
Her arms always ready to guard -
And I don't need other army.
And she is my beacon, my guide.
I love you forever, my Mommy.
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