A mother,
her tender hands, a guiding light
her arms, a nurturing home,
A space,
We find our strength.
through the fires and the storms,
She stands and fights,
Her sacrifices, too many to count.
Her sprinkle of love, a value of pi,
A mother's love knows no end.
It is truly a heart attack amount.
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Beautiful!
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