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Ameliorate

I don't want flowers You know I grow my own I don't want bull**** wall hangings To put on my home I want my soul to be watered And treated like a flower And instead of a wall hanging how about YOU actually "Enjoy the little things" now wouldn't that be amazing I don't want a card. I'd rather just be held Not your gifts out of sorry! That were thrown down near me. You came back home with hallmark Material doesn't mean a thing to me when First thing in the morning Laying in bed, you left I still could hear you yelling in my head Mother's Day is hell So I held my babies I gave the flowers to my daughter She put the hanging outside I didn't open up the card I wiped the tears that I cried We made beautiful cards for our neighbors We laughed and we smiled My children are my life So I'm celebrating with them Never going to let a man Make me feel this low again I'm supposed to feel appreciated And I do by my kids, so guess what I still win. No matter what you're going through Hold your children tight Be a happy momma and don't pretend. Show them Everything's going to be alright. <3

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