My mom is the best,
better than all the rest,
in this world,
with those wonderful red curls,
Her smile is like the warmth of a thousand suns,
I love her tons, and tons,
to the moon and back, for her, I would go,
and every moon rock would be put on show,
she's more beautiful than an impressionist painting,
I don't care if she ever keeps me waiting,
she's very smart,
when you meet her you'll never want to part,
Her eyes see through the soul,
and without her I am not whole,
She's the rainbow after the rain,
a lifter of pain,
she'll capture your heart,
like cupid and his magic-dart,
so now you know what she means to me,
and with her I, myself, can be me.
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