Mum

My mother, my giver of life,

who toiled alone through every strife,

to keep me clothed, warm and fed,
and safe and sound up in my bed.

Like a flower, she has nurtured and helped me grow,
With every compliment and gesture she did sow.
I now stand tall through every wind and drought,
because she always ensured I never went without.

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