Our happiness is her priority, she’d give her last breath to make us laugh.
She likes it when we’re all well, and if she’s down you cannot tell. She’s an Angel because she’s forever comforting. She is my angelic mom who’s really loving.
Mom, she’s like a flower in its blooming state, pleasant and beautiful in so many ways, and she’s forever cheerful throughout her days.
Mom’s like a flower in its blooming state, as the kindness of her sweet petals unwrap, you can watch the display of elegance take place.
Mom, she’s a being of comforting thoughts. With words so warm, and the most loving arms. Like her’s, an ever praying mother’s love reaches from a far, and her motherly affection can outshine any star. Mom’s soul is a paragon of God’s heart. Mom, you’re like a flower planted along life’s way, with each passing by, I see your beauty that brightens my day. –And when I pass both day or night, your love is like a light that shines so bright.
Mom is a quintessence of God’s heart; she only wants to be the best mother there is.
A mother is indeed, the greatest blessing, and there is really no other love like a mother’s love
MisterPoet
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