Mother Knows Best
By: Nikki Jasmine Rodriguez
My mother knows best,
From east to west.
Gathered me in my nest,
And cleaning my own mess.
She's stirring my coffee,
She's doing her hobbies.
When I wake up in the morning,
I saw her cooking.
When we have problems,
She is like a solemn.
She taught me good things and bad things,
The good news that I will bring.
Mother, even we have to say goodbye,
You are my apple of my eye.
You are there in my chest,
Because you knows best.
My mother knows best,
From east to west.
Gathered me in my nest,
And cleaning my own mess.
She's stirring my coffee,
She's doing her hobbies.
When I wake up in the morning,
I saw her cooking.
When we have problems,
She is like a solemn.
She taught me good things and bad things,
The good news that I will bring.
Mother, even we have to say goodbye,
You are my apple of my eye.
You are there in my chest,
Because you knows best.
" To God Be The Glory!"
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