Mom

Everyday when sun has risen,

who wakes me up to her lovely face,

Everyday when the ice is frozen,

who packs me up to gleaming snow,

Everyday when the moon is out,

who hands a time for for the pages to flip

Everyday when the wolves are about to ghout

who tucks me in a bed with a kiss

of course, there is no doubt

this is wonderful women is my mom

I love You, mom !

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