When I was sick, she cared for me.
When I was weak, she nurtured me.
When I was lost, she guided me.
When I was hurt, she stood by me.
When I was blind, she helped me see.
When I was a boy, she made me a man.
When I was alone, she was my biggest fan.
She is not perfect; she does make mistakes.
She shed tears and sweat; life is not a piece of cake.
But I’ll never forget her strength of character,
And how she’s always working to make us better.
Without her, I wouldn’t be the person I am.
Because of her, I will do what I can.
No one in this world can replace her,
And I love her, because she’s my mother.
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