My mother is strong, most of the time,
She lives through the pain, she sees through the grime,
She can see light, where there is only dark,
She can light up a room with only a spark.
My mother is beautiful, inside and out,
She isn't selfish, and she rarely does shout,
She's kind to all, even when they are not,
She can make you laugh in only one shot.
My mother, you say, is just one of many,
And although this may be true,
I believe my mom saved me,
So mom, I wouldn't be here without you.
You were always there when I needed a friend,
You watched over me, as I went round the bend,
You helped mend my heart, which was ripped and broken,
You helped keep me here with the words you had spoken.
So Mom, don't you listen, and don't you give a care,
To all those unknowing people out there,
No matter who says what or what comes out of who,
Just remember that I am alive because of you.
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