Mothers are the gardeners
Of wind-blown wild flowers.
They water them with happy tears,
Happy with them many years,
Even as the hours
Ring with sweet, sad melodies
Sighing through their bowers.
My mother, the woman who gave me birth, the one who showed me that great love and great achievements involve great risks is the person I'm honoring today. She showed me how to have respect for myself
Dear Mom,
Times are changing,
But my love for you grows deeper,
Your gentle voice soothes my ears,
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