101: Thank You, Mom

101: Thank You, Mom

From Chicken Soup for the Soul: My Amazing Mom

Thank You, Mom

Mama was my greatest teacher, a teacher of compassion, love and fearlessness. If love is sweet as a flower, then my mother is that sweet flower of love.

~Stevie Wonder

I call myself a writer, a poet,

and some say I’m pretty good

but I’m troubled by a feeling

I never write the things I should.

I can write about adventures

or social problems all day long

but words sometimes fail me

when emotions run too strong.

The most important words are hoarded.

The most sacred tears are never shed.

Our deepest pains and greatest loves

are rarely written down or said.

Maybe that is why the strongest love

is such a challenge to convey

and why I’m struggling, Mother,

with this poem for you today.

How can I ever begin to thank you

for the faith in me you’ve always had

and the strength your love has given me

through the good times and the bad.

How can I thank you with only words

for the countless deeds you have done

or express how proud I’ve always been

to tell the world that I’m your son?

For thousands of small, heroic deeds

performed without a single complaint.

For always listening to my problems

with the love and patience of a saint.

For the presents under the Christmas tree

wrapped with love in red and gold;

For all the happy birthday parties;

For the bedtime stories that you told.

My childhood was so happy and peaceful

and the world such a wonderful place

when the last sight I’d see before sleeping

was your beautiful, smiling face.

So how can I show my appreciation?

I don’t even know where to start,

For healing my cuts and bruises

and, at times, my broken heart.

I’d give you everything that I own

if you told me you wanted me to,

but I know you would only say

that my love is enough for you.

And that’s you in a nutshell, Mom,

unselfish above and beyond the call.

That’s also why a mother’s love

is the purest, richest love of all.

The fact is it’s an impossible task

to thank you for all you’ve given me

and for being my strongest supporter

through all of life’s adversity.

So all I can give you is this little poem

written with a humble, helpless hand.

And all I can say is “Thank you, Mom,”

and hope that you understand.

~Mark Rickerby

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