Never Enough
Sometimes I know the words to say,
Give thanks to all you’ve done.
But then they fly up and away,
As quickly as they’ve 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 me crying.
The one who was the expert,
At picking when I was lying.
The one who saw me off to school,
And spent the sad days alone.
Yet magically produced a smile,
As soon as I came home.
The one who makes such sacrifices,
To always put me first.
Who lets me test my broken wings,
In spite of how it hurts.
Who paints the world a rainbow,
When it’s filled with broken dreams.
Who explains it so clearly,
When nothing’s what it seems
Are there really any words for this?
I find this question tough.
Anything I want to say,
Just doesn’t seem right enough.
What ways is there to thank you,
For your heart, your sweetness, and your tears?
For 10 thousand little things you’ve done for me,
For oh so many years.
For changing with me as I change,
Accepting all my flaws.
Not loving cause’ you had to,
But loving just because.
For never giving up on me,
When your wits had reached their end.
For always being proud of me,
For being my Best Friend.
And so I realize that,
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 hope and all your dreams,
The strength that no one sees.
I transfer over my years,
Your best was passed to me.
Thank you for the gifts you give,
For everything you do.
But thank you mom most of all,
For making my dreams come true!
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