MOTHER

Last weekend, I'm with my mother.
She freed me from worries.
Her hug and kiss is like a magic spell
Sprinkled to me by her dwell.
I now have enough strength to
remind myself I'm special in many ways.
Just like mother makes me feel I'm her little angel.
She is God's gift to me when I need a refugee.
She encourage me to aim high, as far I can fly.
Her name is Josephine...
She is my mother and I'm proud of her.