A mothers heart is never her own
Bits and pieces become one
From her daughters and from her sons
A mothers heart will never close
Because a mother always knows
She knows her job is never complete
Even after her children are gone from home
She feels the scars that made her heart whole
Every day we look at our moms and we never really stop to think about how much they do for us. They are always just there, it’s never a question of whether I can call mom if I need something. We need to celebrate our mothers every day not just one day a year because they are the true heroes that make it all happen for us no matter what.
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