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                  Beautiful poem written for me by my daughter. You're always there. You always care. Gave up your life of fun, and parties in the sun. All for a small little life, who cried in the nights, and put up a fight, wouldn't eat my food, or tidy my room. But in the darkness and the gloom, you made sure that there were no monsters in my cupboard. And you always shuddered, when you had to get rid of the spiders. But you still did it for me. I'm a good bike rider, because you taught me. In the local park, it took until dark, for me to learn, but with your encouragement I finally got it. With the right nourishments, I'm growing into a young lady. All thanks to you, mum.  |