I don't always show it, 
or even always know it, 
and sometimes it's hard to say 
that in every way 
you're the perfect mother. 
There could be no other, 
no one who 
can do what you do. 
You're doing your job really well. 
I'm sorry I made Sunday a hell. 
I love you in a son's way; 
happy late Mother's Day. 

May 14, 1985