That Lady
See that lady?
The one slaving over a hot stove.
Making breakfast, dinner and lunch.
For the fool that comes home
At six in the morning,
Because she knew she ain’t gonna be home later today.
Working for every single dime and penny she earns.
See that lady?
Don’t you ever say anything bad to her.
Because to her,
You mean the world to her.
You’re her shinning star.
See that lady?
Love her with all your heart.
As if she was the last person in the world.
Because, she’ll always be there for you.
See that lady?
We got a name for her.
I call her mommy.
And she means the world to me.
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Side Note: Hi, nice to meet you. I'm new to the site and all.
I know fully well, that I'm suppose to review twice before submitting a poem or story.
Though, I'm a little on the shy side. I like to hide and to never be found.
(Took a whole lot of self talking to get myself to post this.) Many apologize, if anything.
Also, I would like to say, that I was not sure of where to put this.
