I'm trying to do the impossible, Sitting here and writing this, I'm
trying to tell you how much I love you, But there's always something that I miss. It's very hard to explain all the memories A daughter has of her mom. There were the bad times when I mistrusted you, And found out too late that I was wrong. For
those times I apologize, Though I know it isn't much. It's hardly a compensation, From one who's such a klutz. But I want you to know I cherish the good times, And
remember twice as many, They'll always be the ones that stick out the most, The reasons are obvious and plenty. I've looked to you so often, And you've never turned away, I
love you with all my heart, Mom, And I think I've finally realized, you feel the same way. Happy Mothers Day Love, Linda
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