First things first, I am the asshole son,

Who was too caught up in his own life,

To stop, for a single moment, to call on Mother’s Day.

And then I felt bad, ashamed at another,

opportunity missed to say thank you.

So, I took a moment and wrote this:

From the deepest depths of my heart,

I need to thank you for all the things, lessons, knowledge, suggestions, and wisdom you’ve tried to impart.

And thank you again for what you’ve done for me, and how I’ve always known you were standing beside me.

Except when you were behind me, giving me a push when I didn’t have the strength, or the kick in the ass, when it was surely needed.

Those times when I was broken, you helped me pick my heart up off the floor.

You kept on pushing me to keep going, even when I wanted to say no more.

When everything else was gone, I still did not stand alone.

The two of us, from the same cloth of fire, sometimes our frustrations do misfire.

I’ve always known, as best you could, you were on my side, and I hope you know, I’m there too.

Wherever you are, I know there is love.

I know I don’t say it probably nearly enough, every day I’m thankful that you’re still here.

And even though, this poem is mostly off the cuff.

Saying thank you and I love you, just doesn’t seem enough.