Directly, I feel blessed
I feel warmed without, within
Your calls, your worries
Mom, they mean everything to me
I can only hope
In all my ways of good and bad
That I may just, in some small way
make up for it, with my kind replies
I may not want to be facebook friends
And I may not want your opinion on style
But, dear sweet mom,
Your hugs are welcome at any time
I know, I know, I’ve got your recipe
For chocolate chip oatmeal, deliciousness in a cookie
But mom, I mean it when I do say
They’ll never be as good as the ones sent my way
Take care, my mother
Take care of your health
Mind is important
Happiness everyday