MOTHER
I grew up not a good daughter nor bad
Sometimes stubborn, the reason you get mad
You nourished me with love and affection
And guided me in the right direction
On my struggles and trials
On me your advice drills
You say at times am a spoiled brat
But you love me no matter what
For nine months you carried me in your womb
And continue to sacrifice and cry even on my tomb
You are my mother
Like no other....
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