We all have someone in our lives whom we may have difficulty expressing to them just what they mean to us.  The letter you are about to read was written in Mid-November of 1999.  The urgency to write it just evolved without any particular provocation.  However given that my mother has made her transition since that letter was written words can't even come close to expressing the deep joy that the letter was sent to her for her to read and know just how much she meant to me.  Any son or daughter could have written this letter.  Upon reading this why don't you find a way to express to those you love how much they mean to you.
Dearest Mum,

There is no special occasion for my sitting down and writing you this letter.  It's not Mother's Day, it's not your birthday, it's not Christmas yet.  This is a day in the middle of November when I think of you, look at a picture that I have of you on my desk.  This is a day when the love I feel for you continues to grow stronger as it has from the day you saw me take my first breath.

Mum I am writing you this little letter to tell you how much I cherish you, how grateful I am to you for all the sacrifices you made to give me the life I now live, the path that I now walk.  You gave me my life, you've given me your love.  Mum I love you to pieces, no words can I find to express how much I love you with all my heart and soul.

You are the sunshine of my life, the rainbows of my days, the sunsets of my tomorrows.  Your light will shine in me always.



G. Nov. 1999
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