I see my mum always cooking Pizza for me and my bothers.
I smell my mums perfume she puts on.
I feel her soft hair when I brush it.
I taste the pizza when she gives it at dinner time.
I hear my mums beauty voice when she dances and sings.
I have enjoyed reading your poem. Now we know where you get your skills of dancing and singing from. Don't for get to share this piece of writing with mum.
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