My Mama makes me who I am, all the time
When She smiles, I beam and when She frowns, I cry
My Mama makes me proud, all the time
Each word She says is like a diamond, I treasure them so
My Mama makes me sing, all the time
Look how She inspires me so, like a nightingale on a sugar-rush

For the Wilds I live and to Them I give my gratitude each morning I wake

Love You Mama

*paw print*

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Solis, in the year 426 AD.