Mom, From Son
Mom, for all those times when you wanted me to call when I got home and I didn't, I'm sorry.
For not understanding how you could worry about me doing little things, I'm sorry.
For being there through the scraped knees and broken hearts, I thank you.
For letting me deal with things on my own, for better or worse, I thank you.
For giving me guidance, but also wings, I thank you.
For as I have grown and now realize what it is to have a child and to hold precious everything that he is, I understand.
For all the things you have done and continue to do for me, may I say, thank you
But most of all, may I say, I Love You
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