My Mother’s Love
Jolene Chao
My mother’s love has no limit;
Her loves shines through every minute,
Surpassing even the highest mountain,
Her love is deeper than any ocean.
Limitless like the hair on my head,
Or the number of stuffed animals on my bed
Her adoration is beyond compare
Like a sparkling red diamond her love is so rare.
Her love possesses more beauty
Than even the best smelling lily
For though the flowers may shrivel,
Her heart will never grow brittle.
Needless to say the love of a mother
Is endowed with a beauty that is like no other;
For deep inside a mother’s heart,
Lies a love that cannot be taken apart.
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