A dusty shoe box filled with pictures,
letters from your pen back home
I remember fun and lectures
as I let my memories roam.
Growing-up was never easy,
or so I thought when I was young
today it makes my stomach queasy,
to see how fast my time has sprung.
Never did I recognize
the sacrifices you took on
as I know my countless vices
fifteen thousand miles forgone.
Still I grow and still I falter
not seem to learn from my mistakes
I need to kneel before the alter
to ask forgiveness for I’ve caused ache.
Today we share a talk and laughter
life’s gentle breeze keeps us at calm
so I can love you as your daughter,
you’ll always be my loving mom.
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