My Mother is charming,
Her food is Enchanting,
But her love is everlasting.
If my mother wasn't living,
I would go to her like her sibling,
Ask her for her love,
In the Seven Heavens high above.
My mother's balmy,
Not because she is my mummy,
but because of her love,
The everlasting feathers of a dove.
A love Everlasting,
Is by a mother who is a darling,
Whoever has a mother like me,
Has a wish-to-be!
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