my mother is the angel
that stays with me through life.
she is my grandma’s daughter,
she is my father’s wife.

she works so hard in silence,
she does not seek for praise.
she hides the pains inside her,
and keeps them there for days.

she tells me all her secrets,
and then i tell her mine.
this cycle starts all over,
and all things turn out fine.

i try to be like mother,
but then it’s hard to do.
the things i see inside her,
i see in Jesus, too.

my mother is my treasure,
i hope we’ll never part.
but then whatever happens,
she’ll stay inside my heart.

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