So, I made a poem for mom because why not? πŸ’•
Queen in the city

My mom is a superwoman,

always there when I am down.

She’s always there to catch me when I fall,

even if she have to crawl.

My pain is gone, I felt alright,

every time she kisses me goodnight.

She’s my everything and every kids dream,

never ever she’ll be mean.

The most beautiful flower in my garden,

even though she carries a burden.

She maybe an ordinary,

but her personality makes her extraordinary.


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