Her hair cascades
In chocolate waves.
Her eyes are divine
Like stars they shine.
Her face is true
With youth anew.
Her hands are light
With fingers of might.
Her stance is erect
Never a defect.
Her heart is made
Of gold and jade.
Full of goodness and virtue.
Her mind is sharp
Quick like notes on a harp.
Thinking, analyzing, being right
She glows with good from the inside out
Only laughing, never a shout,
Noble, beautiful, witty, kind.
This is what makes my mother mine.
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