Dear mom, in all my years, whenever mothers day, comes around, I have given you, small gifts, that I, bought, or things, that I made, while making cards, or buying cards and deliveries, of fresh cut flowers, or those times, I picked flowers, along the road, or sometimes, just things, that to me, shows my love, but not really once, have I, really told you, verbally, or written, in a note, to say, or have you read, just how amazing, a mother, that you are and how, truly blessed, I am, to have you, in my life, as you, carried me, for nine months, within your body, as I, have slept, many nights, on your breasts and have been nursed, by your milk, or you, have kissed, my boo-boos...