My mother’s love,
is a joke that makes me spew lemonade out of my nose in laughter.
My mother’s love,
is a kiss on my forehead.
My mother’s love,
is a handwritten note tucked in my lunchpail, cut into the shape of a heart.
My mother’s love,
is a table of presents on my birthday, and a card that glistens my eyes with love.
My mother’s love,
is holiday traditions.
My mother’s love is a celebration.
My mother’s love,
is a prayer before a home cooked meal.
My mother’s love,
is a look of adoration.
My mother’s love,
is a pitcher of sun tea, brewing all afternoon on a summer’s day, sweetened with honey.
My mother’s love,
is 12 hugs goodbye, or rather, see you later.
My mother’s love,
is inviting everyone, because the more, the merrier.
My mother’s love,
is a roadtrip down the coast of California.
My mother’s love,
is “I got your favorite flowers just because.”
My mother’s love,
is a call to see how my friends are doing.
My mother’s love,
is a call to remind me of a loved one’s birthday.
My mother’s love,
is an invitation home.
My mother’s love,
is my favorite love.
I love you Mama 🤎
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