Sometimes she makes me upset,

but that shouldn't matter to me.

'Cause if I were to make a bet,

she'd lay down her life for me.

It's not that she totally selfless,

but she is always there for me.

In the moments I feel helpless,

she never waivers to me.

This poem is about: 
My family


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