My mom would make a banquet
At home and made room for everyone
Who would come in to eat .
Not just the the movers and shakers
And she did know everyone .
But also the poor , the crippled the blind
Like JI and the lame .
She was like God to me .
She targeted the weak
And seemingly insignificant ones who came .
Oh what a giant heart she had
And she shared it with everyone .
Never forget your mother's true value .
Oh I wish she would feed me tonight
Or just one more time mommy .
I Love You All
By Brock
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