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She never had the lovely chance
To live with the liberty to have a life;
Caught in a wonderful to teenage romance,
She had to be a single parent and widowed wife;
Her only trule love was her husband who gave her
Love, bliss, freedom, joy and three little kids;
This was her real life; it was not an offer
That she could have just called it quits.

She was only seventeen,
When she initiated a duty mopping floors,
But it was worth all that she'd seen;
Her small family of four would be one which soars;
She was profoundly determined to make good
With the given task that she was assigned;
She did all that special lady could
And the rewards were handsome and divine.

She spent her life to her three
And put them through higher learning;
Now, she is the best mother to be;
A rank for which she'd strive earning;
Til this very day, still she shall mop floors
And she say, she does it with pride;
She is the mother her children adores
For the woman, she's been inside.

She is overlooked by so many
And truly loved by her three;
How could her highest tip be a penny
For cleaning things that wouldn't be done by me?