She has brought me the first day for the rest of my life, 
More reason that i should strife, 
In earnest so she could be my wife.
She is a mother, 
But not like just another.
She has a way to gather, 
A shot in the arm to a father.
She is care, 
Which to find is rare.
Like a song bird when she sings, 
What joy she brings.                
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