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M.O.T.H.E.R.

A Mother and child sit on a beach beneath the sunset.

My One True Hero Ever Rules
The Queen who crowns my joy with jewels

My One True Hero Ever Reins
The Hand who guides me through the pain

My One True Hero Ever Roots
The Earth who turns my buds to shoots

My One True Hero Ever Rears
The Arm who cradles all my years

My One True Hero Ever Roars
The Lioness who gives me claws

My One True Hero Ever Rings
The Bell who chimes my everything

My One True Hero Ever Roasts
The Pin who pops my bloated boasts

My One True Hero Ever Rocks
The Song who turns back all my clocks

My One True Hero Ever Rolls
The Beat who softly drums my soul

My One True Hero Ever Rides
The Wave who ebbs and flows inside

My One True Hero Ever Rests
The Pride who always sees my best

My One True Hero Ever Roams
The Truth who always takes me home

My One True Hero Ever Reigns
The Queen who powers through my veins

Mark Bird ©2022

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