We grip.
We complain about mom.
But I got nothing to say.
Think of the many things, she might let you get away.
Well, to certain extent.

At the end of the day, they love us to the last of any day.

We compare them to others.
Which really isn't fair.
Sometimes overlooking seriously how much they care?

Many are a rare breed.
They, our love.
They are our security.
At the end of the day, we forget all the sacrifices they have made.

So, about mom.
I got nothing bad to say.