Let's not take for granted those who love us unconditionally.

I blamed you for every wrong in my life. Every hurt I attributed to your failure at parenting. I owned up to nothing, yet carried a mountain of strife.

I needed someone to be at fault, because I was too busy fine-tuning my so call perfections. No one had to tell me my actions were from your shortcomings. I single-handedly pointed in your direction.

I was offended when told how much I favored you. How dare anyone compare me that way. You who carried me nine months in your womb, nursed me from your paps and made me who I am today.

I came before disposable diapers and you diligently ensured the whiteness and sterility of my apparel. You never flinched as I cried for attention sometimes to the point of being hysterical.

You starched and mended my secondhand clothes and braided my hair for school. I dreaded being scoffed at in my tasteless attire, but you encouraged me to always follow the rules.

When I graduated with honors, I gave credit only to myself. Your tired, sad eyes glowed lovely in spite of it all. Your hands lovingly touched your heart in your faded dress, but you stood proud, straight and tall.

Forgive me momma I was so blind. I never tried to understand. You spent your life to give your best and to me never raised a hand.

While you can still hear the sound of my voice, I humbly beg your forgiveness. I love you with all my heart, for you are my heart. Mom you are the best.