Owed to Mom?
Ode to Mom
It matters not if she be slight, fair or tall;
In as much as the title 'Mom' embodies all.
Whilst physical traits are of no import;
A joyful spirit doth every Mom sport.
In the heart of Mom to human babe or beast in the wild;
Burns the intense joy ignited by her child.
It fuels her strength to face each task;
And steeps her patience to do all we ask.
A cheery disposition Mom ever bears;
Effortlessly donning the many hats she wears.
For all she is the world's treasure she is owed;
Yet she will most cherish her child's love returned, so I give Mom this Ode.
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