Your mother, my mother, our mothers
Can we ever appreciate
them enough?
At no cost, they
shower their love.
In sickness and in
health,
Through the most
challenging and tough moments,
An inseparable companion
they remain.
Always on their feet as
a reliable support system.
With words of comfort
and wisdom
Streaming out of their
mouths
Whether dead or alive,
Those words will always
remain an ornament
Constantly adorning our
necks
As we swim around the
world.
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