In my daughter’s eyes,
I am a hero, strong and wise,
and I know no fear.
But the truth is that
I see who I want to be
in my daughter’s eyes.
My child shall remember me
for the feeling that I cherished her.
The material possessions
are trivial when you love.
A mother’s love for her child
is like nothing else in the world.
It’s fierce, forever protective.
It will not allow anything
to stand in its path.
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