I would like to have her powers
Hours and hours and hours
Doing whatever she likes
She bikes she hikes never goes on strikes
She’s moving and doing and always pursuing
Teaching and buying and cleaning and sewing
And I believe my mom is all knowing
Mopping and chopping and shopping
She seems to never be stopping.
Now, that I think of it
I don’t want her powers
I think I’ll just buy her some pretty red flowers
Her children rise up and call her blessed
Her husband also, and he praises her.
Written By Bridget Sherman
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