I still think of you daily.
I think of you in the quiet of the night, remembering.
I think of you in the morning--you would tell me that the day belonged to me.
I think of you when I drink my coffee, for I know you enjoyed it too.
I search my memory for your instruction, I find I still need it.
I search for learning, for you told me to strive for higher ideals.
You always said, "be true to your commitments." Do you remember our talk? When I told you what I would arise to? I maintain my commitment. I know you approve.
Thank you for my life, dear mother. Happy Mother's Day.
I still feel your presence.
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