My Poem No. 1 - Mother

The maker of my dreams
Creator of my screams,
Well - working super body
Made before I was born.

She made my strong and tough
To face the world so rough,
To face the evils bravely
And eat a cup of corn.

She taught me if no pain
Then surely no more gain,
Could I study everything
To do for my wishes.

She buys me everything
Laptops to toys and fishes,
Sacrificing half her life
To make them run, my strife.

I'll know my own boldface,
My lovely mother's face.

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