Mom, the first word I learned,
Unlike other families where Dad,
Is the first word they learned
My mom might not be the prettiest to people
But she is beautiful to me.

Mom, when ever I cry
You’re always there for me
You hug me when I’m cold
You tell me stories when I go to bed
You take care of me when I’m sick
My mom might not be the prettiest to people
But she is beautiful to me.

Mom, Remember in fifth grade when I broke my arm
I thought you were going to yell at me
For not listening to you
But instead you told me
That everything would be alright
My mom might not be the prettiest to people
But she is beautiful to me.

Mom, you would call him everyday
Just to ask me if I’m home
I might not understand the things you do
But I appreciate them because it shows
How come you care for me
My mom might not be the prettiest to people
But she is beautiful to me.

Mom, even when I yell at you,
I disobedience you,
I break your most valuable necklace,
I lost your favorite pen,
You still hug me and say I love you
My mom might not be the prettiest to people
But she is beautiful to me