M is for the moan, and the miserable groan
from the pain that She felt when I was bornO is for the oven with it's burnin' heat
where She stood makin' sure I had something to eatT is for the time that She stayed up at night
and took my temperature when I wasn't feelin' rightH is for the hard earned money She spent
to keep clothes on my back and try to pay da' rentE is every wrinkle I put on Her face
and every worry that I caused when I stayed out lateR The last letter R is that She taught me Respect
and for the room up in Heaven that I know She'll get
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