Hey.
I was thinking today about something. About you.
About what you've meant to me these past 21 years.
About the times I've sighed and cried and whined,
the times even you brought me to tears.
About punishments deserved and gifts given for free,
about the love that can come out over Gilmore Girls and Baked Ziti.
I thought about all you taught me, about honor, persistence, and good sense,
and all the things I hope still to learn as the distance between us grows less.
What you mean to me now is far different from
what a little girl needed, or a teenager thought.
More than home and comfort, food and shelter,
what I get from you I never would have sought.
You are part of the anchor that grounds me,
and what stitches the sails that let me fly free,
you are the spark to the light that shines on my future,
and the trail that leads to my memories.
But I've no flowers or chocolates to send you from here,
not even the hug and house cleaning I would give were I near.
So I find that all I can manage to say,
is I love you Mom, Happy Mother's Day.
