Mother's Day (half truths and lame excuses)

I was going to bake a cake, but the dough would not rise
I tried to come home, but it's a very long drive.
I thought of sending flowers but the box was to small.
I pondered sending chocolates, but then I ate them all.

I attempted to pen a poem, but my words were very trite.
I would try sing a song but my pitch is off just slight.
I will call you on the phone for I get weekends free.
I will tell you that I love you and thank's for raising me.

Mothers are a woderful thing, and mine is no exception. She has done so much for me, especially in the last few years. Besides the usual drule wiping and diaper changing there has been so much more. She disciplined when it was necessary but always in love and respect never anger. In humility she used the testimony of her life as a warning for me not to follow in some of her paths. She passed on her creative abilities, (writing and things of the like), and some of her spiritual abilities, (pastoral heart for people). She gave me a balanced life in a world that is very unstable. She taught me how to enjoy "whatsoever state I am" literally and figuratively. She encourages me when I'm down and recieves encouragement when I am up. She sends me money when I'm broke and food when I'm hungry. She shows me how Jesus would love people and how the father loves His children.

I appreciate you mom, I love, respect, and honor you with all my heart.
May God bless you as you have blessed me and even greater still.
Mother and friend, counselor and teacher.
I love you MOM

love your son,
j.

p.s.
In case it wasn't implicit, HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!