Flowers For Your Mother

The one I love, the one I hate
The one I forget, the one I forgive
Always there well needed
In a time in deed

This is a day when a mother is vulnerable
A day when all she can do
Is, but be happy
A day well known

Mothers carried us, mothers supported us
Mothers are the ones we get mad at

But what make mother’s special
Is when were able to still get up and talk to them even when mad

Difference between mothers… there is none

Here there well thats my poem anything u lik or dont lik let me kno that way i can get better just lil something i cooked up for fun for my mother
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