Mother’s

They are defenders,

They are menders,

Kind of like your cars fenders,

With their love they are senders.

 

They are cleaners,

They are never meaners,

They make a lot of beaners,

In fights they are inbetweeners.

 

They are teachers,

When you’re small they are reachers,

During playtime they can be creatures,

Always giving, never leechers.

 

They are cool,

They take you to the pool,

They wipe your chin when you droll,

Did I mention they are cool?

 

They are lovers,

Though they’re often hoverers,

God-like love like aboverers,

They are our Mothers!

– Wint

About Wint

Pray, love, parent, play, give back... repeat.
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