#WritcoPoemPrompt25
She toils through the day,
Without a word or a nay,
She earns her daily bread,
Not a tear does she shed...
She smile on my face
without showing the hardships she face.
she feed me all the food
and buy me a new goods.
she don't have any regrets
she don't want any Praise
she is my mother I can't describe her any more
she is my world she is my door.

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