A Mother’s love is something that no on can explain, It is made of deep devotion and of sacrifice and pain, It is endless and unselfish and enduring come what may For nothing can destroy it or take that love away . . . It is patient and forgiving when all others are forsaking, And it never fails or falters even though the heart is breaking . . . It believes beyond believing when the world around condemns, And it glows with all the beauty of the rarest, brightest gems . . . It is far beyond defining, it defies all explanation, And it still remains a secret like the mysteries of creation .

Now, I wish I would have not been so damn stubborn and talked a little more. Wish I had more times, to show I cared. To say, just how important you to me and all those times we shared.
I could have shown my love so much more than I did, specially this past year I never, did it enough. Now it's too late to do or say all those things I wish I had. No way to ease the pain inside
When my heart is sad. She was my anchor to this life, The rock, that I clung to, The place where I could turn when nowhere else would do. Now, the ravages of time have worn my rock away.
And all I have to cling to are memories of yesterday. The memories of the past are vague,
The hurts are forever and forgiven. What I have today is what there is forever. And those are the memories of all I have to hold on to. I know she is there to guide and protect all who she loved
I will forever be grateful I was born through her to love.