A woman who cares, yet is scared at every instance to lose the one she loves. She places you higher than usual all above, peace is embedded in her mind with you by her side. She makes sure that she says your mine. Love is found in all her heart, seek and you will never find a mother so sublime as a perfect work of god's art. She wakes you up, so you don't get late. And your breakfast is ready on a plate. She reminds you to brush your teeth, that is well before you eat. She holds you tight no matter what your age. You're still her child in her page. Sometimes women treat you like their daughter or son. You know she loves you for all your worth. Even though to you she didn't give birth, she made you grow up even when your parents had their marriage in despair. She too is a mother to me who always did care. She stares at you not in anger, yet makes you understand when she explains. Moments you cherish is when she taught you how to play chess, she beat you everytime cause she was the best. She took care of you when you weren't strong. Made you understand right from wrong, she maybe my aunt and she treats me like her son. She is still my mother to me, if not to none. God needed an angel and took away a woman who was the one who gave me life. Yet placed another to make things right, in every possible way. It's with pain and happiness is to say to all the Mama's happy mother's day. Thank you for your kindness and all being part of my life. Thank you for making me feel special even when things weren't right. A debt I owe to both my mothers, which in fright I know I can't repay. I thank God for blessing me abundantly in every way.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
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