Mother's love

For all the things I didn't say,

About how I felt along the way--For the love you

give and the work you've done,

Here's appreciation from your admiring son.
You cared for me as a little tot,

When all I did was cry a lot,

And as I grew your work did too--

I ran and fell and got black and blue.
I grew some more and it didn't stop

Now you had to become a cop

To worry about mistakes I'd make.

You kept me in line for my own sake.
I got older, and the story repeated;

You were always there whenever I needed.

You guided me and wished me the best,

I became wiser and knew I was blessed.
So, for all the times I didn't say,

The love I felt for you each day,

Mom, read this so you can always seeJust

how much you mean to me.

By Karl Fuchs