My mother is a compass.
She always points out the best route and tells me where to go.
She can look up and be happy.
or point south and ... well you know what happens.
And while she can be a little overprotective and make you take the long way just because it’s safer, you secretly know it’s all for the best.
And though she can be confusing and point north, south, east or west,
you know she is always right.
you know she is always right.
My mother is a compass.
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