As my mother, you are defined as the one who gave birth to me.
But you mean so much more...
You are my best friend,
My safe haven,
The arms that make me feel safe.
You are my vault where I store my secrets,
You are the first face I see in the morning,
And the last one I see at night.
I can run to you whenever I have a problem,
And you'll be there like you've always been.
Almost seventeen years have gone by,
and I know I haven't been the best to you,
But I am thankful for everything you do,
And everything you have done.
I want you to know that I love you mom.
Happy Birthday,
From the luckiest daughter in the whole wide universe.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry From The Mind Of The Loving
Thơ caA selection of poetry that is both older poems from when I was younger(That will be rvised slight to make more sense) and recent ones that come to me. Some will be sad while others will be happy or in between. I hope you enjoy :D
