Mother's Day

I see you working hard for me and wonder what it means:
Whether I will do the sameAnd give up my own dreams
To offer someone else my world, A stranger from my womb,
And say: Here, take my life, So you, not I, can bloom.

I often wonder at the depth Of that cool sacrifice;
I know it can't be "just because," or simply to be nice.

It is so awesome, I can't think how I could make that choice,
Except I see something in you that gives my own heart voice.

I see sometimes a happiness amid the stressed-out day
That no one else can hope to know in any other way.

I feel it when you look at me and understand sometimes
That things I do, I do for two, And then your hard life shines.

And when I give you grief, I know that all the bitter pain
Between a mom and growing child is simply like the rain

That alternates with sunny days, Passion without end,
While underneath is more of life than we can comprehend.

And then I know, perhaps, why I like you might be so moved
To give my life to someone else, And know that I have loved.

i love my mother the best woman

I want to thank you and  sorry for everything.