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Apr 2015
some call her a friend
for her loyalty never wavers
she's always there to listen and to laugh
she never runs out of favors

some call her a giver
for her generosity never seems to run out
her heart too big not to share
Giving is what her life's about

some call her a fixer
for she knows all the remedies
be it a scrapped knee or a broken heart
she'll care for you endlessly


She is so many things to so many people
Like her, there is surely no other.
So how very lucky am I
that I just call this woman my mother.
Written by
KMD
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