How can I explain, what cannot be put into words?
A breeze picks up, and trees talk with the birds.
Yet still I have no clue what I could say,
to make this Mother's Day show what's in my heart.
If I had a rose to represent your love,
it would have no color for there can be no such spectrum.
But if I have a long life, that turned out to be well,
I would measure that by you,
My mother.
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