My Mom

She is what she should be
As kind as the Giving Tree
As hard at work as a honey bee.

She is happy and filled with bliss.
When she is gone, I do miss
The times when I got a loving kiss.

She is smart and wise
She can tell when he hears lies
And she helps when she's near cries.

She is as a mother should
As strong and tough as the hardest wood.
She would do everything if she could.

My mother is a loving soul
She makes my heart feel whole
Being a mother is her hardest role.