Mother’s Day

I can't draw
or make a perfect card.
And every
word I write seems wrong.
Every flower
seemed too wrinkled.
They only fade away.
Every card
seemed to similar.
I couldn't find
a perfect gift.
When you deserve
the whole wide world.
Only the very best.
It's what you give to me.
Sorry. I couldn't find the best.
Nothing, seemed
better then fade away gifts.
My idea was flawed, I know.
You deserve the
very best.
And I haven't found it yet.
I hoped this poem
could suffice?

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