Dear Mom,

The warmth of her hug, the care in her hands.
The encouragement to keep going.
The energy to keep moving.

A lily does not bloom without water.
A root does not grow without earth.
A seed does not sprout without soil.

A mother’s love is the sunlight to the sunflower standing tall in the field.
The nourishment to blossom and grow every day.

Thank you, Mom. You allowed me to prosper.