For My Mother, My Friend |
| by Candice Winn |
I don’t think I ever told you,
how much I appreciate the things you do.
You have been there when I cried,
and always known when I’ve lied.
You taught me how to read and sing,
and punished me when I did the wrong thing.
You were there to tell me goodnight,
and always knew how to make things all right.
I look up to you, Mom,
and I love you very much.
I don’t know what it would be like
without your loving touch.
You will always come first in my heart,
no matter how far we are apart.
Mom, I have not told you,
I don’t know where I’ve been.
You’re not only just my mother,
you’re forever my best friend.
Happy Mothers Day
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