Final

Every year, the crying gets a little less

I can watch the commercials and not lose it

Watching my wife and my children grow

The feelings are not as dark or gloomy

Making better memories for them

In the rush to get the best gift

Reservations at her favorite restaurant

Fighting the crowds

Grousing at the same

We will stay home and remind her every day how much we appreciate the late ve she shows in many ways

It’s too late to tell my mother to her face

But I can always call out to the universe and know she will hear

One day my girls will be the ones keeping traditions that we create today

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