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She  was special.

She was as soft and graceful as a Fairy mother
yet as strong and courageous
as a grizzly bear.
Her heart was large enough to hold
my pain and joy.
Her hands were always gentle and soothing.
Her arms were always warm and tender.
She works hard to make a
home feel like Home sweet home,
and strives to make life pleasant
and comfortable.
She never fails to go that extra mile to
make the holidays happy and memorable.
Her job was the most difficult and
demanding ever known to any human being,
yet she was fully dedicated to the task.
She was always there for me
guiding and keeping me safe from harm.
She owns a magical way to raise
spirits and make everything feel better.
 Her sympathy, unselfishness
and forgiveness were unending.
All that anyone is or could ever hope to be
can be attributed to a mother.

She instills the teachings
that’s last a lifetime.
She sows the seeds of virtue and morality,
and in the process, she opens up love.
She always watches and hopes that
my goals would have meaning.
She always listens and tries to understand even when it's difficult to do so.
She was a true friend of mine
She's noble and sublime,
and holds all the beauty of a golden day,
yet even during the storms,
she always shines bright like an evening star.
Her name should be honored well,
for she's the closest thing to God on earth

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