My Mother.
My Mother,
is the best in the world.
My Mother,
she gave me a world.
My Mother,
always pretty, sometimes sweet.
My Mother,
gave her all, and not once
did she fall.
My Mother,
growing old and gray,
is still as beautiful,
as the sun's bright rays.
My Mother,
will never leave my heart,
always been there,
from the start.
My Mother,
I shall never forget.
Because her name is written,
in fine print, over my heart.
poem by Colton Foltz
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