Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Dear Mom,


In the episodes of my life I wasn't very proud of,
I remained flawless in your eyes.

In my disobedience,
You didn't judge.

In my failures,
You believed in second chance.

In my impertinence,
You swallowed reason.

As I pushed your limit,
You increased your threshold.

I guess there isn't a love so great
As a mother's for her child.

You rock, Mom!

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