“My Mom is the best Mom ever,”
Said everyone in
the history of time.
Every adjective
and superlative
From phenomenal to
sublime is
Tossed in reverent
wonder to
Her angelic
composure,
And she must seem
a patron saint
To everyone who
knows her.
It isn’t hard to
understand
Why moms are
always so revered,
Their swift
approval needed
And her
retribution feared.
The very first to
stroke your brow,
To tell you that,”
I love you.”
Just knowing she
will always be
And put no one
above her.
No matter who
walks through our life
Or what flag is
unfurled,
It is agreed
That we all have
The best Mom in
the world.
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