A mother’s love

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we don’t always get along

But she shows me 

All the time

She is kind 

We don’t always get along

But she is 

Always there with a cup

Of tea and a smile

I’ve grown up

I want to be on my own

But I will always have the memories

They don’t leave because I move.

The quality time becomes more important.

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