My Mom

It may not seem
But my mom is like a queen bee
She mentors me and gives me advice
While still cooking rice
She fed, nurtured, and clothed me
And even changed my diapers full of pee
She always bought clothes for me, but oh no not for herself
She even rescued my Legos from my baby brothers on a shelf
So I would always say thanks
Whenever my mother goest to the banks
After a while she would tell stories of when she was young
The times when her parents worked until the store bell rung
She would always say how she took care of herself and her brother
Instead of thinking, Why bother?
From her lectures I have learned
That I can do anything if I yearn
Thank you mom for being so nice
While being very un-vice
I have learned many things thanks to you
From manners to kissing my brother's boo-boo

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