Outnumbered only by smiles and chased-away fears

Mountains of coupons clipped followed by champagne sipped

Yards of fabric ripped and the many valets tipped

And still none of it compares to that of which I'm most aware

All the boundless love and care that we both have shared

I love you mom, beyond all refute, there's only one you, no substitute

You are my foundation, my great oak's root, and when I fall, my parachute

Without you there is no me, no end to depression, no reason to be

Every trapped smile, you've set free; every blind darkness, you helped me see

For that and everything else I could say, for all you've done that I can never repay

Because you're the only thing to which I'll ever pray

I just wanted to say, "I love you" this Mother's Day.

- David "Dingo" Bleecher