Friday, February 22, 2008
You've been everything to me: a father,Teacher, playmate, model, conscience, friend.Sometimes I'm not certain why you bother,If your feelings on my words depend.I know I haven't been the child I should:Far from it, and I really can't say why.I know exactly what I'd label good,But in the real world something goes awry.Underneath my actions there is love,Gratitude, respect, and admiration.Sometimes I don't know what I'm thinking of,But I thank God you're in for the duration.I'm sorry, sorry for the things I do,But please believe I cherish Mom and you.


