My Angel, my Mom

You didn’t wear a halo, but you had that kind of grace

A slipper in your hand, and fire behind your face

You stood up when I stumbled, you smiled when I was small

And acted like you’re five-foot-two but really ten feet tall

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You’re my guardian angel, no wings to help you fly

But you lifted me through every low and helped me reach the sky

No crown upon your head, no harp or sacred psalm—

Just love that built my whole world... my angel, my mom

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You didn’t say “I love you” much, but I could always tell

It echoed in your scolding and that secret “hope you’re well”

You cried when I succeeded, but wiped your tears away

You stayed behind the curtains, but you helped me find my way

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You’re my guardian angel, no choir ever sang

But your voice was more like heaven when the world began to clang

You gave and gave, with open hands and never once grew numb

So thank you for it all... my angel, my mom

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You’d roast me in the morning, then cook my favorite food

You’d threaten with a slipper — but still, you understood

You’re thunder wrapped in laughter, calm in every storm

You proved that real love isn’t perfect — it’s fierce and it’s warm

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You’re my guardian angel, you fought and prayed and stayed

You carved out light from nothing with the quiet love you gave

No medals, wings, or spotlight… just the soul that kept me calm

The strength behind it all — my angel, my mom