My mother, My Joy Giver (Poem by Satire)

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She's here 
When I'm in tear 
She's my halfway
I walked her runway
She carries my anger
She shares my laughter
She's a trader 
I'm her trade
Let the world tell her
I'll be her aid -
When the wind whirls by
I'll be her beauty 
When wrinkles lines by
She's my cutie.

Salaudeen O. Tesleem
SN: Satire

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