My one role model, My hero, My Mother.

by HOLYWOODbigshot   May 20, 2008


I got to know her, she loved me before i was born.
Nine months, just sitting there space getting smaller.
Any later she would have been torn.

Three girls, One husband, One job.
She's a busy person, but i love her nonetheless.
She's my role model, She's my hero...
She's my mother.

She's beautiful, She's talented, And oh so smart.
She dances like a loser, And smiles like an angel.
Always busy, but has time for everyone.

She taught me to walk,
Probably regrets that she taught me to talk.
But that beautiful women, That's my mother.
It took sixteen years, but I'm old enough.
to appreciate the world we live in,
and i have one person to thank.

So thank you mom,
You mended all my broken hearts.
and back talked those witches.
and kicked ass when people used my heart to play darts
mom you're the reason, i want to grow up.
I want to be just like you. in each and every way.

Three girls, One husband, One job.
She's a busy person, but i love her nonetheless.
She's my role model, She's my hero...
She's my mother.

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