My dearest mother
If I could give a heavenly bouquet to you
with roses on long stems dripping with heavenly dew
it would never be enough to compensate for your love.
Your love is a treasure chest full of caring,
and it sparkles like the star
that always indicates the right way.
Your love did improve things
and your presence makes a difference,
your smile brightens the darkest night,
and you do always astound me with your hope and trust
and in your eyes every dark cloud has a silver lining.
Forever your love will live on in me
as I will always carry you in my heart.
You taught me wisdom
and how to protect others.
Your love has carried me through growing-pains and heartaches.
You are the glue that binds our family together.
Mother, even if I could win the whole world
and bring it to you to compensate
it will still be impossible
as you have taught us to serve
and to give love to others
and this is why today I think of you
as a person that cares more about others.
I saw Jesus in your eyes
and for this reason I can also serve him
and today I bring thankfulness
to you as a heavenly bouquet
with long stemmed red roses that drip with heavenly dew.
I know that you have not been perfect
But to me you are the best mother
and I mean each and every word.
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