This is a sort of poem I wrote my mom for Mother's Day. At first I was going to make it rhyme and sound pretty, but that's not really my style, and I knew she would prefer me to just come out and say what I wanted to say. So here it is:

Mother's Day comes and goes each year,
And we usually let it pass with just a card and a hug,
But this year I wanted to do something special.
With a blank mind and empty pockets,
I write this unrhyming prose.

You're my rock, Mom, my inspiration,
Always watching my back, protecting me.
You've made me who I am, strive to be a good person,
And I make good choices because of you.
I could have turned out careless,
But you keep me on solid ground.

Kind, caring, I'm lucky to have you.
You always take care of me, make sure I'm all right.
Other mothers neglect their child's character,
Let them go mad with sex and drugs,
But you've taught me right from wrong.

I couldn't have been who I am,
Lived the lifeI lead,
Without you.
So thank you, Mama,
And forever know the meaning behind a card and a hug.

Note: I said prose on line four because it kind of is that and a poem in one. When it talks about her keeping me from sex and drugs and never neglecting me, I said that because we've witnessed a few mothers do that (not naming names), and it's made me realize how good I've got it.