Dear Mom
Dear mom, I couldn’t tell you
All the times I’ve been upset
You shrink my laundry, eat my food
And get the floor all wet
But when I’m down, or need a ride
Or don’t know what to do
Your arms are always open wide
I always turn to you
You may be immature sometimes
And act like you aren’t grown up
I saw you play with blocks one time
For me, you are enough
You gave up your youth for me
Loved, cared, cried and tried for me
You help me, feed me, laugh with me
Without you, I couldn’t be
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