You know the one, that says “you’re done,”
play time’s over, and so is fun.
With just a glance, she foils your plans,
trouble is here, you stand no chance.
You know the one, that’s not so bad,
some hot water, but she’s not mad.
It’s in her eyes, and how she tries,
to hide laughing, in scowl’s disguise.
You know the one, that makes you brave,
it helps you shine, even behave.
So she can hear, you say it clear,
“Mama watch this!” and lose all fear.
You know the one, it has no measure,
a glow of pride, for her treasure.
It makes you soar, it makes you roar,
mighty, happy, becoming more.
You know the one, it’s just for you,
love, acceptance, in all you do.
There’s no other, you’ll discover,
like that one look, from your mother.
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