scrap #9
Happy Mothers Day mom!
My dear mossy friends,
In English we say: “I love you, Mom.”
In Poetry we say: I try my best to let you know that I see you. I try each morning when I wake up to demonstrate what I wish to tell you, because the words themselves just don’t seem enough. I have only begun to know what you’ve sacrificed, all the days and countless nights. To be with me and watch me grow. To teach me the things one ought to know. I strive to be better in service and temperament towards you. Although the words ring true, “I love you, I appreciate everything that you do”. The words never seem to be enough for all that you have done and do. So in my actions, I attempt to strive to show you the meaning that words simply can’t provide.
Sincerely yours,
Bella C. Reynolds