My mother, my mother
My dear my mother
I confess it
She loves me
Wakes me up in the morning
Make breakfast with love
Then she prepares me
I also have a lot of love
When i come back
I find them at the door
She waits for me
When it is late, it becomes restless
They cook delicious food
They feed with their own hands
When I go to do homework
Get my mother by the side
Ready to help
Their love is innumerable
She sleeps lovingly at night
I tell stories together
She is proud of me
She loves me
About the Creator
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Poetry is a type of literature based on the interplay of words and rhythm. In poetry, words are strung together to form sounds, images, and ideas that might be too complex or abstract to describe directly.
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