flame of mother's love
A mother's love is a flame π₯ Burning bright, through trials and pain She gives her all, without a claim, For her child's happiness, she'd gladly remain. Her days are filled with care and toil, Her nights are spent with worry and coil. She sacrifices dreams, for her child's pride. Through Struggles and strife, she stands tall, A pillar of strength, through it all, Her love is pure, her heart is true. A mother's love, forever "Shines through."
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