I wanna begin this off with I'm sad for everything that I did

got on your every single nerve when I was a child

played with some of your feelings

pushed each and every catch

be that as it may, there was never a period where you didn't demonstrate to me a mom ma's loving

there's kin out there that has never held their mom's hand

I'm sufficiently blessed to state you helped shape me into a man

indeed, even in the most wiped out of well being

you still dependably put us before yourself

I was excessively youthful, making it impossible to perceive the amount you needed to give up

long days

longer evenings

at work simply wanting to be home during the evening

I realized that you didn't generally have additional cash to pay a sitter

since regular that momma went to work

every one of us children would run with her

none of us at any point truly minded

it got every one of us to spend a tad of family time

you generally dealt with us kids transforming each house into a home

giving every one of us something that we could call our own

I realized that I was sheltered with you I never needed to stress

since on the off chance that I at any point required you

you were in that spot in a rush

in the event that there was a mother of the year grant

you would be the one

I would never truly thank you for everything that you've done

I truly am advantaged to have a mother like you

no mother could ever come close with everything you do

The woods ...

... where the snowstorm blows

......where the rain is sudden

...........where the trees have arms that span in and ****** at life

..............where the mists sprinkle and move

...................where the owl sat as a watchman as we settled beneath the stars

........................where the breeze mumbles tribal mantras

.............................where the greenery conceals a huge number of sins

................................where the animals be-companion solitary **** Sapiens

...............where the way twists up and into and over and liberates the lost


I've seen the woods…

… ..and I sit alone

… .… and the quiet is all

… and the ears hear just the leaves falling

… and the morning light comes in streams

… ..and the undergrowth scents of ages past

… ..and the creek sings a despairing song

… and the hawk leaves a shadow upon our tangled dreams

… .… and the growths pay respect to the cycle of life

… and blooms come into bud

… ..and I've felt every one of its favors… and felt its rot


I am the backwoods…

… .it inhales underneath my skin – whispering breeze

… .… it races through my veins – prospering waterway

… .… it houses the owl – isolated home

… ..it whispers to the towns – lost heritage

… ..… it develops contorted roots from the dirt of my yearning - verdant rot

… ..it discovers life inside my folds – rising sapling

… it spreads an overhang over my casing – memory's shadow

… .it mumbles to the hearkening ear – achieving bark

… I've felt the excursion inside its ignored heart … it offers elegance to the lost