sorry

it was a friday

speak on someone important she say.

and mommy

you're always there with me.

but rain fall down

and my heart drown

you're everything

and i said nothing.

until the day i can say my best

i hope his word will tell you im forever blessed.

by karl fuchs

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 see

Just how much you mean to me.
Mom, Thanks for everything!