She sews, cooks and she cleans
She does everything it seems
She laughs, cries and she prays
Sometimes she worries about me for days
She's thoughtful and wise
An angel in disguise
She comforts and leads
And bandages the wound that bleeds
She's full of faith and sings like a dove
She is my mom whom I will always love
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