dear mom

dear mom,
I know your gone and yet I can feel your hands on my life
weather I was wrong or perhaps I was right
you never judged me no matter the time i came home at night
Ive striven for peace and yet I struggle each year
passing up the few valentines birthday cards I loved to buy
a tradition I knew waving good by after we cut the cake
desert before dinner the switch on our dates we would make
all the girls I took out on that day will never amount to what I'm gonna say  
I would trade every date on your birthdays gone by
for every tear I watched you cry and every prayer you said not allowing me to die
to stop the clock and turn back the hands to plant flowers in the yard and turn the land
thanks for all the little things that have made me a better man as you've guided my hand
your silent example lives on in our hearts as we share your lessons with others
February-14-2012