Rodeo kids need rodeo moms
On whom they can depend:
Daring to be best requires
Ecstasies to blend.
On Mother's Day for just one moment
Mom is in the ring:
On her the passion full of light
Moves all encompassing,
So we her praise might sing.
How can you know how much you mean to me?
After all the heartache, there is love.
Pierce life, and you are where the angels move,
Praising with their joy the mystery.
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