by Stephanie Mae Royer
My mom is a friend,
someone you can depend on until the end.
My mom is a rose...
in a meadow of dried marigolds.
My mom makes me proud.
It doesn't bother me to hold her hand in a crowd.
My mom loves me so;
she has ways to let me know.
My mom is the best;
she has something that could beat the rest.
My mom helps me out;
she tells me everything is okay, even when I shout.
My mom is my best friend
and I'll love her until the end.