A mother
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The smile on my face is real,
It bears witness to how I feel...
How glad I was, when she made me a meal
She taught me how to deal
with the struggles I have to conceal
Her hands made my wounds to heal
She has a power of surreal
A wife who is leal
A worker who is zeal
She is our all,
a mother.
The smile on my face is real,
It bears witness to how I feel...
How glad I was, when she made me a meal
She taught me how to deal
with the struggles I have to conceal
Her hands made my wounds to heal
She has a power of surreal
A wife who is leal
A worker who is zeal
She is our all,
a mother.