Well, last year...i was too cheap to buy her anything...so I wrote a little something....wonder if it will serve again this year....
My thanks to my mother who for 25 years, has held me, comforted me, given me the strength I need. My thanks to my mother for being there, holding me in her arms when I told her my secrets, and cried out the pain of twenty years. My thanks to my mother who in the darkest days of her depression stumbled around in the gloom making sure we were fed, nurtured and loved. My thanks to my mother who held tightly to my hand, reassuring me of her presence, as I swam through the murky depths of my own despair. My thanks to my mother for making me into who I am today.