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To My Mom
by Kristina Chaffee
My mom is my helper:
I will always have support.
She maketh me do my homework,
For she wants me to get a good education.
She inspires my creativity:
She givith me confidence by her arts and crafts.
Yea, though I walked a harder road, I feel important
For the first time in a long time;
Thy love and understanding comfort me.
Thou you can be out spoken and bossy, you teacheth
Me to be a strong young woman:
Thou annointest my life with love, my heart runneth over.
Your generosity and love shall follow me all the days of my life;
And I shall dwell in the house of my mom, till I'm 18.
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