Mom {my mother's day poem}

Mom, always giving and barely receiving
Thank you isn't always a word you hear
You work hard to get us what we need
And hardly taking time to yourself in the process

Fighting and yelling tend to happen a lot
Obnoxious behavior or caring less as we get older
You try so hard to keep us good and out of trouble
And we never seem to appreciate your never-ending patience

But if we could all just give one thing
To say exactly how we feel
I would give my words; the three small ones that means the most
I love you

I will always be grateful for what you have done for me
Reading to me as I was a baby, to making me what I am today
For being so patient when I was intolerant
Buying me some of the things I wanted and the things I needed

Thank you Mom,
For the endurance, the opportunities, the love, the benevolence
That will transform me into an adult as time passes
I look forward to these years and the ones to come
For life to go on and make more good and happy memories

So here, once again
Are the words that could make a day
Thank you, I love you and....
Happy Mother's Day to the best