Mom, you are so dear to me,
I hope this fact is easy to see.
I hate that we live so far apart,
But know that you are always in my heart.
I try to call you every day,
Because you live so far away.
Every time I see something with a butterfly,
For you that thing I want to buy.
I know you like them very much,
And I want and try always your heart to touch.
I would love to write you poems about them every day,
But the words just don’t seem to come my way.
So the next best thing that I can do,
Is try to make the daily calls to you.
So know that each and every day,
I send love and happiness always your way.
Growing up, playing games with you was so much fun,
For Christmas and birthdays I could hardly wait to come.
Now always know that this is true,
I will never stop loving and appreciating you.
May 7, 2005 for Mother’s Day.