My dad wanted me to write this for mother's day, which was yesterday, and so
I did. It shows what a good relationship my mom and I have together. I hope
whoever reads it will enjoy it.

Mother's Care

It's been thirteen years, Mom,
since I was an infant in your arms.

Our first year together,
you fed me sitting in a rocker.

When I took my first steps,
you helped me when I fell.

Our second year held many memories,
which still holds us together.

When I said my first words,
a great joy was created inside of you.

Our third year was just like,
all the others…

Full of memories,
bringing laughter and smiles.

In 1996,
we spent our fourth year together, Mom.

Yet still,
the memories never seemed to cease.

Whenever I was hurt,
you kissed my boo boos.

Whenever I cried,
You wiped away the tears.

Together we celebrated,
five years of love and joy.

My first day of school,
you held my hand to the bus stop.

Another year later,
we moved to Michigan.

I was scared,
but you took away all of the fears.

Seven years seemed like a long time
yet still full of enjoyable memories.

Eight years brought many more,
as well as nine and ten.

I was eleven,
your oldest child starting junior high.

There were many hard times,
but your love kept me on my feet.

While I cried,
you held me in your motherly arms.

It was time to start a new school,
after twelve years together.

It seems that just a few years ago,
I wasn't even taller than your stomach.

Now thirteen years later,
here I stand next to you.

You seemed to shrink,
as I grew taller.

It seems like only yesterday,
I was sitting in your lap with a bottle in my hands.

Instead of playing with Barbies and imaginary friends,
life is full of hardships and drama.

But you always seem to pull me through,
no matter how difficult a situation may be.

Mommy, please don't cry,
we still have many years ahead of us.

Many years to fill,
with many, more memories.

So when I'm twenty-two or forty-five,
I'll always remember the way you cared for me.

When I'm thirty-six or fifty-eight,
I'll always remember your gentle touch.

Mom, I don't say it enough,
and I know I should.

But I hope you know,
that Mom, I Love You.
 
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