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Mothers, Our Roots.
Mothers, Our Roots.
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She is my friend,
And she's my guide,
When I am in pain,
She's always at my side.
She held my hand when I was an infant,
Oh! How can I explain a mother so brilliant!
How can someone be so caring,
I wonder,
How can someone be so loving,
I ponder.
She helps me,
Whatever the case,
When I am sad,
I get a tight embrace.
Who are the greatest people,
Of all the others?
It's you,
All the dear mothers.
For all the hardworking mothers.
