Every word I've written
is an offering in tribute....
An ode to the woman who is always
the last to sit to eat,
whose meals are cold by the time
she gets to them.
She is forever putting
everyone else before her.
Every word I offer
yearns to say that which
words cannot convey.
Thank you is not near
enough.....
It doesn't begin to approach
the gratitude I have.
It doesn't alleviate the aching
in my soul which whispers softly.....
Everything that is good in my life comes
directly from you.
Or my heart which calls out, with each beat that I might summon the actions to reciprocate that which you give so effortlessly.
Thank you, while not being enough..
It is the beginning of the offer
which proclaims....
That if it weren't for you,
I've no idea what I would do.
I love you, love is not a suitable
word to describe the way that I feel
inside.
It gets near to what is true.
That I would do anything in the world
for you.
That you lift me up when I fall,
you call me to be more than I am.
You are my anchor, my guide, my everthing.
But you see it's more than that......
To the woman I am honored to share each moment with.
No gift could ever be enough.
No words can say it right.
Every breath that I take in
is given life because it is
with you that I walk.
Every word that I speak is given meaning, because it is with you that I talk.
Every moment that I live is meaningful
because being with you, makes it so.
As we celebrate Mother's Day and your birthday,
I stop and pause, grateful........
You are my life's miracle.
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