Waking on this
mother's morning,
the sun begins to shine;
a reminder of what
you do for me,
what you've done
for all this time.
The birds begin to
sing their song,
somehow sweeter
this special day;
and a smile stretches
across my face
as I think of how
we used to play.
Today is yours,
and yours alone,
don't let it slip away;
I wrote this as an
"I love you,"
to show you
instead of just say.
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