I don’t have a rainbow cake to give
Only a wish to whisper
I don’t have a new dress, a diamond necklace or a bouquet of flower for you
Only a poem to write

Mom, let me be the last who say happy mother’s day
Or the one who write a poem as a present
Hope this written gift becomes as an evergreen tree

Summer, spring, winter…
It always be
Green and fresh as your love

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