No Charge
A heart full
of love,
She freely gives,
There's no charge.
A listening ear,
while she dries,
all of your tears,
no charge.
Your cuts, and scrapes,
she patches up,
no charge.
She cooks, and cleans,
without complaint,
no charge.
She's a special lady,
like no other,
and for being,
your Mother,
there's no charge.
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