By Bunny   

She’s always working
But always find time for others
She’s always got her hands full but
Will drop everything for family
She has rough hands but
When you need support her hands turn
Soft as cotton
She’s always working inside and outside
She works on the house to make it better
Or working outside on beautiful reefs for graves
She’s like a iris because she sweet and gentle
But flowers die sooner or later
She will never die to me
She always says help wrong
she says hope instead of help
She’s the greats person in the world
And never want her to leave

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