What would we be without our mothers, the one that gave us life?
Who are always there for us, in times of joy or strife.
Who else could make a peanut butter sandwich, exactly like you wanted it to be?
Covering all corners of the bread, Along with good old jelly.
The mom who heard our joys and sighs, when teenage trials seemed mighty
Who always listened to our dreams, even when she thought us flighty.
The mom who stood with us, as our own babes were born
Continuing the thread of family ties, the strength of love goes on.
So, thanks to you Pretty Mama, for giving my your love
And watching over me still, from the heavens up above.
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