She doesn't have to do what she does,
Her glows as gold as sunlight,
As pure as the stars.
She cooks, she cleans,
Makes little fairy cakes,
Tidies up my room.
She makes me smile,
She makes me laugh,
I love her more than life itself.
My mum is my guardian angel,
My best friend and worst enemy,
I love her for who she is,
No more, no less.
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About my mummy
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