she is...

she opens up my bedroom door, she's waking me up soon, "i'm turning on the light" she warns, it's the little things that you do, she's the one that start's my day. my dear mom. my comforter, my friend forever, when life's right or wrong, she is also my laughter, yet my sholuder to cry on, my mom is my super hero, my mom is my world. all out of gas no place to go, she knows just what i'll say, she turns and laughs and opens up, her purse, and gives enough for the week, she didn't have to give but she did, it's just the kind of woman she is, love, she is love, my dear mom. my mom is my super hero, my mom is my world. love is an action that she shows me often. even when it's not in her kisses, blessed with a mom who puts herself after her children. it dosen't get much better than priceless, priceless, my mom is my super hero, my mom is my world, yeah