10 August 2012
Puts up with me when I am sad. Puts up with me when I get mad. Puts up with me if I feel blue. Keeps me together like parental glue.
Puts up with all my highs and lows. Puts up with all my teenage woes. Puts up with how I'll laugh or cry. Knows if it's the truth or lie.
Puts up with moaning, whining yells. Puts up with all my crying spells. Puts up with marathon movie flicks. Keeps me going, and knows what ticks.
Mothers are a special sort, Passing on what they were taught, Making sure we know they're there, Showering us with love and care.
Mothers. • Opuss № I