May your special day be filled with happiness,
May you get all you crave,
I know that I drive you up the wall,
But I do it out of love;

You are great,
You are love,
That is the trait,
That comes from above;

You always push forward,
And work tirelessly,
I never figured,
That it was all for me;

Almost the end of May,
And you’ve given me so much,
But today is your day,
So enjoy it to the full;

How am I suppose to live.
If I don't know what to give?

How am I suppose to believe?
If I cannot achieve.

How am I suppose to try?
If all I do is cry.

How am I suppose to go?
If I don't even know.

How am I suppose to be glad?
If all I am is sad.

I open my arms with acceptance,
With every minute that passes,
I get feelings of spring,
So I can merge with your masses;

As distant as the sky,
As blue as the sea,
You wide green field,
Only you I am eager to see.

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I could hug you,
I could hold you,
Only if I was closer;

I could feel you,
I could kiss you,
Only if I was closer;

My heart beats for you,
My soul screams for you,
I need your presence,
In my life;

Ever since we met,
I felt fulfilled,
The closer we get,
Our friendship we build;

I am not crying.
But it is raining outside.
And I thought maybe this is heaven's way of saving me from tears.
My sadness came in droplets sliding slowly off a glass window.
But I am sure as hell glad it did not hail down on me like a storm.

What did I do,
To deserve you?
Why should I be the one,
To call you mom?

Did I lead a perfect previous faith?
Am I a reincarnated saint?

Neither, I am just lucky,
I was brewed in your tummy;

All I know about you,
Is that I am grateful,
That you make my life,
So full;

Being your son,
Is what I do best,
Even if,
I am such a pest;

I love you mom;