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Apr 17
When I think about mommy,
I just can't help but smile,
The beauty of Mommy's loving heart,
The easy grace is Mommy's style.

Mommy's lovingly instilled in me,
Those values that made me strong,
And never stops being there,
My mommy my best friend since I was young

When I think about mommy,
I just can't help but smile,
Mommy's been an angel from the start,
Gentle, wise and versatile.

Mommy always seems to know,
When things aren't going to well,
Even when I try to pretend,
Just a glance and mommy can tell

When I think about my mommy,
I just can't help but smile,
Mommy's own troubles she'd sit apart,
To go for me an extra mile.

Mommy sometimes worries too much, I guess it's just the way mommy's are,
If mommy doesn't, well, who will?
That's why mommy's my superstar.
Mary Quick
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Mary Quick  44/F/United States
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