Mother's Day Poetry
By: Scott Fueston

My mom is very nice,
She is made of sugar and spice.
She helps me with my homework,
And treats me very nice.

Anything she does,
She does it right.
If I ask her for help,
She can because she's very bright.

I know she gets mad at me,
She just wants me to be good.
I give her some unbelievable excuse,
And she acts like she ignores.

She don't mean to get mad at me,
She just wants me to be good.
She doesn't understand,
That it would be no fun.

My mom she gets mad at me ,
Just for being a bother.
But that doesn't change anything,
I'll still always love her.

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