A Mothers Day Gift


Sometimes I know the words to say, Give thanks for all you’ve done. But then they fly up and away as quickly as they come.How could I possibly thank you enough,the one who makes me whole? The one to whom I owe my life, the forming of my soul. The one who tucked me in at night, the one who stopped my crying, the one who was the expert in picking up when I was lying. The one who makes such sacrifices to always put me first.

Who let me test my broken wings in spite of how it hurts. Who paints the world a rainbow when it’s full of broken dreams. Who explains it all so clearly when nothings what it seems. Are there any words for this, I find this question tough…anything I want to say just doesn’t seem enough. What way is there to thank you for your heart, your sweat, your tears .

For ten thousand little things you’ve done for oh so many years. For changing with me as I changed accepting all my flaws not loving because you had to, but loving “just because”. For never giving up on me when your wits had reached there end. For always being proud of me, for being my best friend, And so I come to realize, the only way to say, the only thank you that’s enough is clear in just one way:

Look at me before you, see what I’ve become. Do you see yourself in me? The job that you have done? All your hopes and all your dreams, your strengths, your best.. Passed on to me. Thank you for the gifts you give .for everything you do. But thank you, mommy, most of all… for making dreams come true.


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